Why do they belive
everthing they see?
Everbody fails to notice
the real me.
I hide behined a wall.
The sesntive, caring me.
So I'll never get hurt.
Though I still feel pain
it seems.
They either don't notice or ingore
my pain.
And it's building up inside me.
Who can I blame?
My pain is invisble to most.
But it's still there.
Why won't the hurt go away?
All of this despair.
Too bad you can not give away.
Your secrets, your pain.
My parents words are similar to whiplashes.
I go hide and sob out my pain.
Alone, leaving them unaware
of how much it hurts.
