The Real Her

She looks into the mirror
And puts her head down with disgrace,
For she will never see the beauty,
Disguised within her face

Her life feels empty,
Her eyes tell it all,
She puts on an act,
But when the curtains fall.
She's weak she cries,
For no1 knows, The truth behind her lies.
She says shes happy and everyone believes.
But at the end of the day she cries
"Someone save me please!"

No one will ever know, she keeps it all inside,
In the darkest corner of her heart is where the real her hides.

Shes lonely, shes lost.
She feels as if her life has no cost.
Shes confined, shes empty,
Shes never really there,
She doesnt kno how it feels,
For someone to really care.

She feels she doesnt belong,
In her grey cruel home.
All she feels is hurt, And she knows shes all alone.

The real her is sick of crying,
Sick of being pushed around.
For if she stays this way shell soon be six feet in the ground.

Shes sick of no one listening
Sick of the way shes treated.
She only wants to have fun,
Everynight shes pleaded.

She wants to leave this place,
To never come back again.
To be somewhere else, Where shell forget about back when

Back when things were bad, And life was so unfair.
When she had so much to say, But with no1 for whom to share.

She wants to grow from this And become as strong as she can be
I guess you've figured out by now that she and her are really me.