You say that you know me but you don't, even know the story behind the scratches, and cracks in my thick layers of glass,
Because you can't see through it clearly.
'Cause you see only the version of me that I want to show.
A kid that is strong and stands tall and acts like nothing is wrong,
But that is only a reflection of the person, I want them to see,
Because I don't them to feel like I'm just a burden.
Or feel pity 'cause I have bad dreams that make me scream at night,
So I've learned a method that I've practiced every day,
So no one will know that when I say, "I'm okay",
With a puffy eyes and a fake smile that hides every negative emotion.
And makes me seem calm and collected. When I'm actually falling apart and could, break at any moment 'cause there so many things I haven't shown,
But those who make me feel like I'm in danger.
Or who I have considered strangers,
Can't see the lies behind the mirror on, display and shattered glass on the floor.
For those you know me, they say it has made me wise or made them think twice.
Because they never noticed that what, hides behind their loved ones' glass walls,
Couldn't be clearer than glass.
