You call me crying,
I ask "What's wrong?"
You say I don't know that you've never been strong.
My dear, its okay,
You don't have to be fine.
If you give me the chance,
I'll speak in due time.
No need to explain your faults to me,
I have some that you just can't see.
I hide them under my long, dark sleeves.
I have gotten these scars,
from this monster I see,
when I look in the mirror.
My darling, that monster?
Well, she's me.