To: Mom

The person that I was,
Was not who I wanted to be,
You see the girl standing on the sidelines?
That girl was me.
The mask I hid behind,
was not something you could see past,
You told me I was faking depression,
And that those feelings wouldn't last.
The scars left on my body,
was something you denied,
I wiped my eyes, and smiled,
and you never even saw the tears I cried.
You say you loved me and understood,
What I was going through,
When you didn't know anything,
No even the hate I felt toward you.
I came home with bruises,
And you denied that they were there,
How could you say you love me,
And only cease to care?
You saw the pain i was going through,
but I guess you didn't see,
That The girl you loved with all your heart,
was a mask, and wasn't me.