I know I keep making sad stuff now...but to be honest... I sorta like it When you head hangs low
but your not sure why
when you get this overbearing feeling of sadness
but nothing bad has happened
when you feel like you did something wrong
and you think
"oh that's why I don't have friends"
When people make fun
of the way you look
or talk
or act
but all you can do is cry
and they ask
"what's wrong with you"
"you have everything...why be sad"
but you don't know how to respond because YOU don't even know
and your parent tell you "oh your fine suck it up"
but you don't know how to
and feel like your alone
in a world
full
of sorrows

explanation:

two years ago, when picking flowers in the mountains back of yosemite valley, i found a book. it was blotted and storm-beaten; all of its outer pages were mealy and crumbly. the paper seemed to dissolve like the snow beneath which it had been buried, however; many of the inner pages were well preserved. and although all were more or less stained and torn, whole chapters were easily readable. this is the condition of the great open book of yosemite glaciers today; its granite pages have been torn and blurred by the same storms that wasted the castaway book.two years ago, when picking flowers in the mountains back of yosemite valley; i found a book. it was blotted and storm-beaten, all of its outer pages were mealy and crumbly. the paper seemed to dissolve like the snow beneath which it had been buried, however, many of the inner pages were well preserved. and although all were more or less stained and torn; whole chapters were easily readable. this is the condition of the great open book of yosemite glaciers today, its granite pages have been torn and blurred by the same storms that wasted the castaway book.