There's a lot about me people don't know,
A lot of emotions I will never show.
Like those nights all I can do is sit and cry,
And I can't sleep so I get to watch the dark turn to light through my sleepy eyes.
And maybe math isn't my specialty,
The a plus b equals c means nothing to me.
But you hand me a pencil and tell me to write what's on my heart,
And I finish up, no time flat, and hand you a piece of art.
I love my parents, they helped me grow up,
But there have been times when all I can think to do is run.
I have the greatest friends someone could ask for,
They keep me here to live a while more.
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