People are staring, are they looking at me?
What is it this time? What could it be?
I know I'm not pretty or skinny enough
But I put up thick walls and try to act tough
Can they see beneath the surface, through all the cracks?
Do they know about the anxiety or the panic attacks?
Can they see the cuts and bruises that litter my skin?
Oh how I hope they can't see what's within