Real Me

Friends wouldn't listen
family could care.
If I tried to tell them something,
they'd respond with a blank stare.

I guess I couldn't blame them,
they just can't seem to comprehend
how their quiet little girl
has a defect they can't mend.

They don't see what's inside
they can't grasp how I feel.
They just see my smiling face
and doubt my pain is real.

You see my smile is my guard
it keeps me safe inside,
it makes them think I'm happy
and doesn't show I've cried.

So not I'm finally frowning
trying to let them see
that this happy, smiling, laughing girl,
really isn't me.

They don't know how to help me
it's like their not trying at all.
So I'll go back to my guard,
and keep smiling till I fall.