No one knows the real me inside.
No one would care if I lost all my pride.
No one would look and say, "she's cool".
To them that would be against every rule.
They never have tried to know me.
Instead they just judged by what they can see.
The time when I fell, they weren't there,
but when they have problems, I always care.
They'll never know I'm embarrassed.
They'll think I don't care when I'm harassed.
I can't stand up for myself now,
because it's so bad that I don't know how.
They torture me like a small pup.
My friends have all tried to make them shut up.
I guess I'll have to stay this way.
I know that they mean every word they say.
Some people say they don't mean it,
but I know deep down that they see it fit.
I don't know where my life will lead.
One thing I do know is that I'll succeed.
Then they'll be the ones who are sad,
because they will know all the pain that I've had.
