People see how you look like
But they never reach your inside...
People see your smile, but they do not see tears you hide
People think you are well
But they can't know that your life is a living hell...
People read what you write but they can't know,
In every word
There's a fight
In every line
You lose your light...
People see you moving and walking
But they can't understand that your life is sliding..
People hear you when you speak
But they can't get your silence..
They can't know what you seek
they can't give you what you need...
People see you with your family and friends
But they can't notice that you hold your unhealed wounds in your hands...
People see you seeding flowers and roses
But they can't know
That your life is a sorrow
That your path is thorny
That you sleep on hot coals.
