Real v. Fake

They see me cry,
it's real.

They see me happy,
it's (usually) fake.

They see the smile,
but fail to see the tears it hides.

They clam to love me,
but how can I believe them?

If I were to die,
would they cry?

If I were to run away,
would they care?

I'm a pain to them,
and they've practically said so.

I'm in pain,
and they don't notice.

They see me bleed,
and they see my tears.

Do they do anything?

Do they even care?

Consider this my formal goodbye,
> Brittney