I cry when I'm happy,
I cry when I'm sad.
I laugh when things go wrong,
And I know it's bad.
I feel invisible, but I live,
I got secrets, that I keep.
Hundreds of stories, thousands to tell,
Yet, I keep them buried deep.
I feel lonely, I feel odd,
I stay depressed, I can't talk.
Someday they may find me laying,
Amidst some chalk.