I'M only sixteen and a mess.
Been to the best and the rest.
I wanted a dream,
that could never be true.
To changs my self for the love of you.
Only to find myself a book like cover.
Inside the tears and crying shudders.
My life is a ruin,at every turn.
Only sixteen,it is absurd.
GOD made me in his special way.
I thought the other way.
Now I cry every day.
Even the boy,looks the other way.
Says I'M a clown,a circus freak.
Looking into the mirror to seek.
Dimple in one cheek,
eye shut, like a freak.