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Maybe I should shut up.

When I moved here,
I had tried to make friends,
Everything was so easy,
But in the end,
I knew I was different,
So out of place,
The inner look,
Towards my face.
I'm mature,
But from what I see,
Everyone hates me,
And aparently,
I have no place,
So I might as well,
Get a knife,
And leave this place. sad

Then I make friends,
Who act so nice,
But then again,
I'm not so precise,
Because they won't stay. cry

I then make true friends
But they treat me like s**t,
They throw all their jokes,
Which turn to hits.
Can someone say,
They ruined ur life,
Because they like you?
And should you say
"You destroyed me,
Ripped me to shreds,
But forget all that,
Let's be friends." ? stressed

Then I open up,
And it tears them apart,
My true feelings,
A devil's heart.

Ruining lives,
From crying and being worked up,
Maybe I
Should just shut up. emo