05/30/2007

Do you really fall for my facade? Can you really not see through it?
Do you not see the pain in my eyes as I smile, the uncomfortable hesitancy in my every action, my every word?

You know what’s underneath.

You’ve seen my anger, my hurt, my hate. You’ve seen me cry, you’ve heard me scream.
It’s all still there, I’m just putting up a front; just because I don’t let you see it doesn’t mean it’s not still there.
Don’t you see the scars? It doesn’t go away.
One day, I hope you understand that. I hope you realize who I really am, and stop lying to yourself.

Then maybe I can too.