What they see...What I do...

Sometimes I wish the world could see
All of the pain that's inside of me
I can't scream or yell or cry or write
It'll all just turn out into a big huge fight
To the world of Jr. High
Everthing about me seems just fine
They see the cuts, they see the scars
They see me seclude myself, like im behind bars
Yet they don't care, why should they anyways?
They're just so used to making fun of me, all of the days
It hurts so badly, I can't even begin to explaine
How much i wish they would end this cruel game, and ease all of my pain
Everday is just the same
I get up in the morning, cover my so called "beauty" away
I walk to the school, knowing i'm a fool for returning to the torture once again
The same group of kids, the horrifying words,
I go back home, tell mom my day was great,
I go upstairs, looking in the mirror at the fake
I know i'm not special, or pretty, or smart
I know i'm not kind, or loving, or gentle
And that i will forever be nobody special
I do it everyday
And I wish that I could say to the whole world that i'm in pain
But I can't because i'm so afraid
Mom will freak out, Dad won't care
Brother and Sister will only stare
I'll be taken away, to a place I don't want to stay