No one understands,
This journey I'm about to take.
They only see one side of the story,
They don't realize my whole life is at stake.
I've been told I'm a good girl,
Who wouldn't do anything like this.
That I'm just a goody goody,
A little "Miss Priss".
I am nothing like that,
There is much that hides.
People cannot see through me,
And through all the lies.
How would they know,
What I've been through.
All they know is what I've told them,
And they think not all of it is true.
"How can a father,
Be so mean?"
"How can a step mom,
Make suicide real, not a dream?"
This is part of the story
About what I feel.
Everything that I have told is true,
All of these fears are real.
