My life isn't what it may appear to be.
by Sam Smith
My parents are horrible to me.
They yell and set early curfews.
That bruise on my arm is brand new.
It's not just my parents, like you might think.
It's my friends too-we're losing our link.
And the longs days all alone at home.
All day, I just seem to roam.
It's not just them either.
Relatives? School? No, it's neither.
The people in my life who make me curse,
Are the ones who make my life just that worse.