Hidden No More

How come I can tell when you hurt
but no one can tell when I am?
Maybe because I'm good at hiding it all.

Everyone thinks I'm always happy
but it's my disguise
to cover my hurt and worries.

I worry about my friends that cut, smoke, do drugs, and drink too much
I worry so much that I want them to listen but they don't so i keep my door shut.

Not to let anyone understand me, never because people will tell me they will be OK not to worry
but I can't because thats who I am, always and forever.

I am special you see, I can bottle my pain and feel everyone else's. But don't worry, not about me.

I'll be OK it's them that won't be, they get hurt and do stupid things.
but no matter what they have a place in my heart because that's me.

I'll try not to hide everything and I'll try to stop being a scorpion, I would sacrifice and thing to see you smile.
Anything and Every thing.

**** this is actually about me. the part about a scorpion the end is about ... myth has it that when you put a scorpion in fire it stings itself to death. and for some reason i feel like a scorpion.****
Please Comment!