At your cold cruel words I glare
Back into your heartless stare
I make it seem your words don't hurt me
I stand strong as an old oak tree
I think if I show I don't care it'll end
But they just keep coming making it hard to pretend
I save all the pain
Until I'm the one that can gain
My feelings flow out in writing
While I'm always fighting
A burning pang to turn
It's a sharp knife I yearn
It's amazing people don't see
The raging storm inside of me
On the outside I'm strong as an ox
My pain stays in a box
Though when I get home
I let the pain roam
There's a part of me
That wants to see
Someday, somehow that everything will be alright
Though my future isn't very bright
There's a small seed of hope
That I'll some how manage to cope
*words hurt... be careful what you say to others. You never know what they're already battling inside. Saying hurtful words might just add to the pain.*
