In my eyes I can see,
sixteen years of pain and misery.
Dashed and flecked here and there,
Small jolts are few and far in-between,
And my sorrow can be clearly seen.
I feel like I'm standing in a room,
My cheek-stained tears clear without a zoom.
And yet no one can see a single tear,
Though everyone I know is standing near.
While they talk I scream for their help,
But they ignore me and my yelp.
I get louderadn then they do too,
And none of them have the faintest clue.
The petals of my heart fall away,
And I die a little more with each day.
And yetmy fake smile will never pass,
Because I'll pretend I'm okay until the last.
Someday, maybe someone will come to save me,
And they'll peel back the scars of pain and misery.
