Nov 11, 2004 22:27
I wash my face yet the tears don’t wash away,
I wish you could really see how unhappy I could be,
I feel so loved when I’m with him,
but as soon as I get home I’m living in hell again,
They tell me I’m shit , and I love no one but myself,
I no its not true, but yet I still believe,
What could I be doing so wrong, why cant they see,
I try so hard but yet I never succeeding,
They never could see the true pain I feel,
Its hurting in side like a thousand bees sting you at once,
I never feel such pain till I’m in the one place I feel safe,
I lock my doors but I could still hear the screams,
I run away but yet I still hear them coming at me,
Nobody knows the true me,
The me that hides behind my humor,
the true me who makes everything a joke,
I’m always fun and games,
But when the lights are out and I’m back home words fly, and I am me,
I’m coming to that closing but and I just can’t take it anymore,
I cant hold up anymore,
I cant do it,
I’m just to weak to let people see me for me,
So I hold it all inside, and maybe this poem will just let you see threw me.