They know my name
But not who I am, not my story
Yet they feel they have the right to judge me
They know my smile
But not my pain
Yet they think they know what I stand for, what I mean
They see my bruises
But not my scars
Cause I've Hidden behind layers and layers of lies
I hide my true self so they can't see
Be the annoying, cheerful, ****** girl you always pretend be
They don't who I am
My story, my life
Yet...thinking again.....
Do I?