Sometimes I want to scream I want to be set fee I used to yell So my problems would fall Talking kills me Nobody understands me So I'm trapped mentally And I can never be set free It's sad because I used to dream I used to be a real human being But it's because of them that I am me But in reality, I will never be me The true me, the real me, the believable me Not the authenticy that they always see Copyright © 2010 Hope Anonymous My poetry website: www.poemhunter.com/hope-anonymous Please tell me if its good