• My smiles are few and my laughs are cold.

    I wish I could be happy, i wish my laughs were like gold.

    I sit all alone and all I can see, are joyous faces, none looking at me.

    I wish I had people that liked me for me, not people that use, neglect, bully and tease.

    For all I know, my wishes go unheard, I shall remain like this forever, I am the wheel that is third. cry