I cry tears of joy-
maybe desperate in attempt,
to make somebody notice,
how pitifule i am.

My smiles are not real,
they cover up the pain.
All those spoken words,
seem to put me in my place.

I'm not always happy,
though my eyes shine anew.
I just want to be seen,
I'm not some one they knew.

Look me in the eyes again,
stare at my broken soul.
Share my secret with the world,
tell them what I stole.

Tell them how I manipulate,
show to them my strengths,
Then reveal the weakness
That's tortured me this day.

How I hide in misery,
and suffocate my mind.
Tell them how I beckon you,
then stab you from behind.

Show to them my fears,
of never being good enough.
Tell what I have tried to say,
all these fifteen years.


 
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