My Life

As I walk through
The halls of the lonely school,
All of my emotions come,
Rushing to my head.

Thinking how to make it right,
I start walking outside.
In the night I wonder why
I have to feel like this.

All my anger, depression comes through
The mask I call my life.
And as long as I feel like this,
My old life, I'll always miss.

Soon I make it to the "park".
A lonely, desolate dump.
Full of trash, dirt, and isolation,
It looks just as I feel

The trees are dead, the grass is brown
Alcohol bottles and food wrappers
Make the place
A living hell.