The Different Ending

I've always wonder what it would be like
If you could hear my thoughts.
Would you act differently?
Would you say something to me?
I feel as if you're seeing through me,
Instead of really seeing me,
Just like you said you would.
Sure, you said that you would understand,
But you haven't even tried.
You always seem to dream of the different ending.
It's like you're afraid to face reality.
Afraid to face the truth.
Sure you see my scars,
But that doesn't mean you understand
That put them there.
My words are better off unspoken,
Better off left inside my head.
I shouldn't waste me words on you.
When you don't really listen.
At the end of the day,
While you're walking away with a smile,
I'm walking into regret with tears in my eyes.