maelynslavik

I feel sometimes I'm split in two, 

Of all the things I have to do, 

I must answer call from call, 

And write you when you feel small, 

"What's your favorite flavor?" 

My dad hands me an array of lollipops: 

Blue, pink, purple and orange, 

And I instinctively go for the orange one. 

Every day is the same.

I wake up and go to school.

Every day I smile a big fake smile...

I smile a big ear-to-ear fake smile that hides the truth from people...