You see me everyday and think you know all there is to know of me.
This smile upon my face is nothing more than a diversion from my reality.
You know nothing of this black existence which devours me.
I am the friend who gives so willingly as others take with greed.
I am the voice of comfort to many while my own pleading words go ignored.
You think you know me but you really don't...
You know nothing of the sadness I've hid behind my painful smile.
You do not care to know that as I laugh along with others, inside I cry an endless river.
Your mind cannot grasp the extent of the suffering I've known.
If you could walk where I have been , your happy world would end.
To know my sadness is like embracing infinite insanity.
This world unknown to you is a vast empty loneliness surrounding me.
A wasteland of my endless failures in this pathetic life.
A place where lifes misery and misfortune are more than you can stand.
Still, you know nothing of this, you only know your own sheltered life.
You think you know me but you know nothing after all.
