Nails against a chalkboard
sounds like the words I hear
Only no one else hears them
they're inside my head
I smile to my teachers
laugh with my friends
But then I remember
Remember all the hate
Remember how no one saw me hanging by a thread
No one saw the torture or the fear inside my eyes
Because I seemed so strong, so perfect, all together to be frayed
But truthfully
the only truthful thing I've said in months
Is that the strong are the weakest and the most unloved
And I am one of them
A FAKE
A LIAR
AN ACTRESS ON THE STAGE
The stage is my life
but they're are no breaks
