You see my pretty smile, yet you can't see how fake it is.
You see my Golden hair, but you can't see how much I pull it out.
You see my deep blue eyes, and you still can't see the pain in them.
I look beautiful
I have a great personality
You never see a frown on my pale face
You think I'm happy, how could you be so blind?
Every night I hold in my tears, because they are the sign of weakness.
I struggle to get up in the morning, knowing I will have to smile that horrible smile.
I get ready to go to the place where I'm supposed to feel safe.
I walk in that door and give hugs, jump up and down like a girly girl that had too much sugar
I hate that girl...
I sit down and laugh over dumb jokes that I really don't care about
Then you start talking about cutting, suicide, and how we don’t' look like we have ever tried it.
Everyone talks about how stupid it is and wrong, you don't notice I say nothing
But of course you ignore me,
Why can't you see that I'm in pain?
Why can't you see my hidden scars under my coat?
Why can't you see me?
But I know nothing will happen if I tell you, only more pain.
You will tell me how bad it is, or how dangerous it is.
You will tell everyone, I will be back to being the silent freak.
I will keep this all to myself because if I tell you will only say that I need to seek help.
I not going to tell, I will lock this up inside and make sure it only stays there.
I will let out the fake girl...don't worry she is nice and sweet.
She will tell you what you want to hear.
Her voice will be so loud that it will cover up mine.
So goodbye to cold and in pain, and hello to sweet and caring
In other words goodbye to me.
