You

You are a freak,

that you feel you are so different.

You like to hide yourself,

nobody would knows who you actually are.

You are the places youve been to,

and the one that you call home. 

You're anything you think,

you made people to think the way you wanted.

You are not your name,

or the dimples in your cheeks.

You love piano,

you can't stand doing things without music.

You are nothing,

because you got something from everything.

You know what you wanted,

you do not know how to get it.

You are not your age,

nor the size of clothes you wear.

You are emotional,

a simple thing can either makes or ruins your day.

You are the song you play so loudly,

when you know you're all alone.

You are rude,

that you like to lie to yourself.

You are the things you believe in, 

and the future you dream of.

You smiled too much,

people not longer remember who you are.

You are being too good,

that everyone expects only good or even better from you.

You are tired of being blamed,

just because you arent good enough.

You see people doing the same thing,

but deserve better than you.

You feel lost sometimes,

but pretend to be fine.

You decided that you were defined,

by all that things you are not.

You are nobody,

nobody.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.