Inside

I've been sitting here on the floor, thinking,

About life and what it means to me.

Everything scares me,

From the drug dealers in my school,

To the dust on this floor.

I'm not sure if anybody understands me anymore.

I'm not as simple as I used to be.

I have these thoughts now,

That all come from somewhere deep inside of me.

I might not be famous,

Like I wanted to be.

I might not go to college,

Like they want me to do.

I might not even still have my health.

But, I'll always have this floor that I sit on,

And I'll always have these people that see me,

For the person that I am,

Inside.