Right or wrong

I'm broken from the inside,
you can't sense it from the outside.
Everybody thinks I'm happy,
that I have no problems.

Everybody is wrong in that way,
there wrong about me.
All the things they think about me,
they hurt me deeply.

They say I'm a boy,
They say I have anorexia.
They don't understand me,
they judge me by my cover.

They don't look further then my outside,
they don't wanna know who I really am.
They spread rumours about me,
rumours that aren't true.

I don't know what to do about it,
it kills me from the inside.
I shouldn't listen to them,
but it's hard to ignore.

They think there awesome,
that they are the best.
I know there not,
but I don't have the strenght to say it.

I feel weak,
soft,
broken,
down.

I should depend on my friends,
but even there...
Someone ignores me,
even though I thought she was my friend.

I was wrong about things,
and sometimes I was right.
I should only look on the right things,
but you have to make decisions,
weither there right or wrong.

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