Poetry

Life is not what its made up to be like. Im a prisoner in my own body, my own life, my own house. Life has its ups and its downs. But the way my life goes it has no ups it has only downs. I cry and cry wishing that just someday someone will understand me...but will that ever happen most likely no. Cause no matter what life is not what its made up to be. Life brings far more tears then smiles for me. When i try to be happy something brings me down. Life just isnt what its made up to be like. I'm a prisoner in my own life. How can i exscape from prison? I cry and cry wishing that someday someone will understand me. Maybe one day I will exscape from this prison.