by Not Bulletproof
How many tears must leave my eyes
before they are finally recognized?
So many days have passed me by,
and each day I have hoped to die.
Not one soul has asked of me;
the pain is there, but they don't see,
only the person I pretend to be.
I wish someone could set me free.
Why do I feel the need to hide?
I try to talk. but instead I lie.
I bottle all these thoughts inside.
Somehow I must've lost my pride.
No girl should have to feel this way,
yet I live through it every day.
The hurt I carry will always stay,
it lives within, and will not fade.
This shield of darkness is too strong;
all who once cared are now gone,
and I stand alone, and have for long.
If you think I'm happy, you are wrong.