This person I am,
is just a plan human.
I seem to notice that people
have not notice I have feelings.
Why do people laugh at me,
when I spread happiness to others?
I love to do crazy things
and trying not to be normal.
Yet people can't seem to notice the scars that lie
underneath my mask.
Yes I live under a mask to hide my true feelings.
Even though some people can see through me.
This is who I am.
Yet no one can see that.
They just judge,
is that how we human beings are?