What a pretty smile
What a cute little face
She's perfect in every way
I turn around
Are they talking about me?
No, they couldn't be
Can't they see what stares back at me?
Everytime I look in the mirror
An ugly face with tear stained eyes
Never smiling always a frown
Blood stained wrists
Scars mark my arms
Cuts up my legs
Broken I am
and all alone
Don't they see my imperfections
empty eyes
Broken soul
A cold, hard Heart
I only pretend to care
Friends forever telling me what to do
High expectations
Scared to let them down
Her worlds filled with darkness
I want to die
But too scared to let go
A broken home
Police there every weekend
A brother they can't control
Tried to commit suicide right before their eyes
The smile I wear
It disappears as soon as I walk through the door
My house aint a home
More like a prison with no where to hide
the yelling never stops
Yes, this is me
Why can't they see?
I am NOT perfect
I'm not even close
I can't be what they want
Look past the smile and you will see
A broken image of the girl you want me to be
**Some things are not completely true, we don't have police here every weekend but they have been to our house a few time...**
