The Real Me...

You look at me,
You think I'm weak.
You laugh at me,
But to me, you never speak.

You don't know what's wrong,
You don't know why I cry.
You don't really know me,
And I'm depressed but you don't know why.

You don't know my past
You don't know all my pain.
You don't know what it's like to be me,
To have your sun overcast by rain.

You don't know about my mom,
And the day my step-dad left,
Or how he used to hit us,
And we had always wept.

You don't know about my ex-boyfriend,
How he had sex with me and left me.
Or how when he left me it was for my best friend,
And I guess I was just too blind to see.

You don't know about school,
And how my classmates are so rude.
How they make fun of me and my friends,
And how the jokes they make are so crude.

How my dad had a girlfriend,
And how she didn't want me there.
Or how he chose her,
And he never seemed to care.

Or how she treated me like dirt,
And always left me out.
And how I hated her so much,
Because sleeping around was what she was all about.

If you really knew me,
Just took some time to care.
Maybe you would understand,
Exactly why I'm never there.

If you listened to my reasons,
And actually got to know me.
You would know why I am this way.
No use trying to change it now, this is how I'll always be.