There is more to me than what you see.
More than the ocean eyes,
More than the reddish-brown hair,
More than the height of my 5'4 body,
More than the soft feeling of my hands.
There is more to me inside than what you know.
More than the fake smile I wear,
More than the tears I cry,
More than the arguments,
More than the cuts I create.
There is so much more,
So much of it you don't know.
So much of it you don't bother to know.
So much of it I'm scared to tell you.
So much of it I'm scared for you to know.
There's just so much of it.
So much of it hidden behind the ocean eyes,
protected by the fake smile I wear,
Guarded by the reddish-brown waves of my hair,
Deceived by the soft feeling of my hands,
Covered among the height of my 5'4 body,
So much of it discovered by the cuts and scars.
