Everyone thinks my life is a breeze, and that I get by with ease.

Everyone thinks I'm rich and snobby, and shopping is something I do as an everyday hobby.

Everyone thinks that I am mean and rude, but I only act that way to cover up the truth.

Everyone thinks they know me, but I wish they saw what I have had to see.

No one knows that my dad was in prison, and that he did three to five.

No one knows that my mom was barely around, because she was our only way to survive.

No one knows that my childhood was robbed, and that all I really did was sob.

No one knows that my life was starting to get great, and then I started grade eight.

No one knows that my parents were seperated and together so many times, and my attitude became sour just like a lime.

No one knows all the secrets that our new house hides, and that my parents made us pick sides. 

No one knows that my dad was a cheat and my mom was a whore, and their marriage did not work out because they tried to even the score.

No one knows that my life is a complete mess, and my best friend is the only person that I can tell to get everything off my chest.

Everyone thinks they know me, because I talk about what I want to be. 

But no one knows the real me, and the things I have had to see.