Behind the pen
Behind the screen
The person holding the pen
Is a girl at thirteen
She writes this but she doesn't know why
Yet still she does try
Maybe it's cause to your face she can't speak
Why? Cause she's weak
She hides behind her poems , her lines
And the words together she binds
At times she's amused
At others she's confused
That day she walked into school
She'd been crying and she felt like a fool
You asked me how are you always smiling
You didn't realise I was just good at hiding
Maybe when you thought there was something different. .wrong
I quickly changed the subject and talked about that new song
Sometimes my mind wasn't even there
But I'm not sure were
Maybe last night
When I had to fight
Maybe when I thought it was time to disappear
Maybe when I was clouded in fear
Or maybe I'm just filled with misery
Trying to escape reality
But you shall never see
Who is the real me
So I sit here now
And ponder how
How now the words flow out
When in front of you I don't know what to talk about...
