Dancing in my depression

You see the outside

You see me on the outside.

You see the happy little girl I used to be.

But you notice something different.

You see the tears that well up in my eyes.

You wave them off as just another girl problem.

You don't see the pain on the inside.

You don't see me.

You don't know me.

You try to comfort my aching heart.

But to no avail.

You see the tears.

And you look in my eyes and I hope you don't see the pain.

I hope you don't see my broken heart.

The broken heart you gave me.