Don't assume you know me
when you pass me in the halls
You really don't know me at all
you see my outer surface
yet never think to look behind
as though everything that is me
is on the outside
You tell me i am lying
you tell me i am wrong
you tell me to be someone else
then complain that i'm not genuine
i hate what i'm becoming
i hate what i've become
i can't stand the useless tears
creeping down my cheeks at night
no one understands me,
no one seems to care
i reach for something to hold to
yet when i reach i grab vacant air
I wish i could just be myself
but that will never be
because deep down i'm sensative
and everything cuts deep and bleeds