How do I say this?

I am not perfect

I am not always happy

Life doesn't always feel worth it

And sometimes I want to cry

But there's so much left to do til I die

There is so much left to do til I die

I was born with my mother's eyes

My father's nose and a smile that glows

Sometimes life is hard

And sometimes it feels empty

Some people left me feeling like...

A discarded ball in the backyard

But if I stop to think

And listen without noise

I feel like I may be quite petty

Complaining about all the

People who don't get me

Life isn't cupcakes and rainbows

But I still think the sky is pretty