Not An Angel

You think that I'm an angle,

You know that I am not, 

I'm to dark to be bright.

I might seem happy,

When in side I'm sad,

The hurt will always last.

The hurts that is in side, 

Always seems to come, 

With tears and blood I cry alone.

You think I'm an angel,

Well you must be right,

But I'm just not that bright.