When you're so young and so small,
Everyone expects you to say nothing at all.
They never think that you've thought of anything less,
Than a scraped knee from a minor accident.
No body really knows,
How much you've really grown.
In your mind, you're so old.
You're depression haunts,
You're eyes are hollow.
No one else realizes,
How much pain you're in.
How the scars on your body can't possibly be
From any cat I've ever seen.
You're living a life behind a painted mask,
That only I can see beneath.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
When you're so young and so small,
Everyone expects you to say nothing at all.
They never think that you've thought of anything less,
Than a scraped knee from a minor accident.
No body really knows,
How much you've really grown.
In your mind, you're so old.
You're depression haunts,
You're eyes are hollow.
No one else realizes,
How much pain you're in.
How the scars on your body can't possibly be
From any cat I've ever seen.
You're living a life behind a painted mask,
That only I can see beneath.
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