Chloe

I know I may be stuck up
Act all high and mighty for the crowds.
But inside I feel like giving up.
And just letting myself drown.

I see all these people who are loved and raised right.
Meanwhile I'm the girl who grew up during her parents' fight.

I learned from my surroundings, that all could be solved with mean comments and words.
It wasn't my fault the way I was brought up in this world.

I scream and I bully to get rid of my pain.
Then I hide and cry to myself in vain.

Now I can't fix my mistakes that I've made in the past.
I regret making all of those hearts break so fast.

I can't face my fears.
And I can't wipe away my tears.

I guess there was never meant to be hope for me in my years.