I'm not beautiful. I'm far from that
I'm not clever either.
Nor am I talented.
I'm not overly kind, I'm pretty selfish.
And when I try to help people I usualy do the wrong things.
I do, however like everyone else, Just want to be cared for like everyone else.
Apparently that's a strong trait in a cancerean.
Sometime's I feel so low and down, like no one could care. And it's thoughts like this that make me understand why I'm not thought of highly.
The Black cloud that keeps following me, my life has once again decided to take hold of me and suffocate me.
Usualy when a cloud turns to rain, things begin to brighten.
Things need to begin to brighten, before I lose complete control over everything.
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