This is Me

You Don't Understand

I don’t understand?

What makes you think

I don’t understand?

Is it my laugh?

My smile?

My feigned innocence?

Out of everyone,

You should know best

That my happiest days

are my worst.

You know from class

that I’m a DAMN GOOD ACTRESS

But you don’t question it.

You say I don’t understand

I let you think that I’m good

When in reality

My scars run deeper than yours

Fresher than yours

Just because you can’t see them

Doesn’t mean they’re not there

Just because I don’t flash

Them around

Doesn’t mean they’re any

Less of a show

You say I don’t understand

But every time you say that

You’re ripping at the scabs

You’re commanding my fingers

To rip at the scabs

Every time I want to snap

Every time I want to show you,

Prove to you

Every time I remember,

You don’t understand.