Shit I do when I have no one to talk to at school.

Here.
Yeah,I write.Here's some of it.

They all come,
they all go,
Life is but a Show.

They bring smiles,
they leave tears,
Oh,the highs and lows.

It's all starts with an act,
and whose best at it ,
who  really cares about the rest of it?

Yes,Masked emotions,
Perfect deceptions,
unsure intentions.

So,we move on form act to act,
scene to scene,
It all gets bleak.