We all have stories we won't ever tell.

 

 

I pretend that I'm happy everyday

I feel alone all the time

I touch the stars with my mind

I worry when I don't think I'm good enough

I cry when I'm confused, frustrated

I am shy and courageous.

 

 

 

 

 

 

warum ich so bin?

aus Angst, zu fallen

und nicht mehr aufzustehen

 

 

Call me fat

Is it making you skinnier?

Call me ugly

Is it making you prettier

Call me a loser

Is it making you cooler?

Call me dumb

Is it making you smart?

   -If I treated you, the way you treated me. You would hate me