You don’t know what I’ve seen;
You don’t know been.
You don’t know my highs and low;
But I do know.
We talk about fake smiling;
We talk about are hidden crying.
We want to be accepted.
We want to escape too.
I know I keep my feels,
And everything I’m dealing with.
I don’t share
I try not to care,
But it is tearing me apart slowly.
Even if I get low;
I know where to go.
You think I’m quiet,
There is a riot in my head.
You might think I am alone,
There really isn’t any one.
Don’t think I’m sad,
Don’t think I’m mad,
I am truly in deep thought.
You don’t know what I’ve gone through,
I am new.
I’ve seen the closet people to me get hurt;
And I learnt,
Just listen.
You don’t need to be hard on me,
Just open yourself up and see.
You don’t need to be hard on me,
I already do that, times three.
But I know all I need
Is to be a happy me.
