The Line

As I walk along, I look around and no one knows what's wrong.

Welcome to my life, on the line between joy and endless strife.

A life where I hate me, it's such a fucked up personality.

Am I still human, fixed so many times it's probably a sin.

A boy who never learned how to play with others and not get burned.

Don't say family, mom is sick and I think dad hates me.

How the fuck did I manage to go so far and not just die.

And all the jokes they say, you may laugh but it hurts to this day.

And yet I walk this line, lie and say that everything is fine.

Why won't I let it end, gotta be that I have met some friends.

So now everyday, the line seems to slowly curve away.

So long, painful hell, with my friends it will all be well.