Tell me why I do this
Put on this facade
Pretend that I am happy
Pretend that I'm okayy
All I do is cry
everytime I'm alone.
But everyone things I'm strong
no tears slide down my face
they couldn't
because to the world I am strong
to my family I'm okayy
No one sees the scars
the fresh cuts
the blood the tears
is it my fault of theirs?
does no one see
the real me
because all I let them see
is the mask I wear
or the walls I build.
Is the fault theirs?
Does no one care to look?
I'm so sure that if they looked
at least one scar they'd see
a drop of blood
a tear.
Something that says
The person you see
is not really me.
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