Part Of My Story...

Today the teacher asked me
Please come to see me we have to talk
I came and she told me to lift my sleeves
I was about to walk

And she said she could help
I wanted to scream and shout
You cant help me
Im beyond that this is how I let my feelings out!

She sat me down and told me
That I was doing well at school
But the problem wasnt at school
It was at home each night I cry a pool

She wouldnt understand
If I told her the truth
So I pretended she wasnt there
And I was in a sound proof booth

She told me about her sordid childhood
Like I really cared
She thought if she told me hers
That mine would have to be shared

Then she let it slip
Youre friends are scared
I looked at her in rage
As if they really cared!

I got up and walked away
I got to the door
And turned around
She wanted to know more

And I gave her what she wanted

"The pain I feel is there all the time
I might smile but its fake
Ive forgotten what its like to be happy
No matter what I do the feeling of dread wont shake"

She looked at me
With her dancing eyes
Now I could tell she really wanted to help
She wasnt full of lies

Again she sat me down
And we talked through it all
How I started to feel this way
From when I first took the fall

She listened and gave me good advice
It hasnt helped but at least I know she cares
Shes always protecting me now
Keeping the secret she shares ...