Not Everyone

Remember those times
in our early lives
when everything was fine
and we had plenty of time?
But then we grew up
and realized it's tough.
Not everyone lives.
Not everyone gives.
Not everyone cares.
Not everyone's there.
When I cry
people try to soothe me
though they see
it won't help
because I'm in Hell.
I hate this place.
I hate my own face;
the scars no one sees,
the feelings inside me.
They try to stay pretty
but they die ugly.
They go from love to hate
from happy to rage
so I see
why everybody becomes scared of me...