People may think They know what's going on They know exactly what my sadness is like But they don't They don't know why I'm sad In fact I don't either They don't know why I hate myself But I know why It's because they judge my appearance They don't know why I'm crying at night I know why It's because I know no one I love will ever understand me It's not a phase It's a fact No one understands No one cares So I put on my smile So no one has to deal with me I trick myself into being happy But it doesn't last long Because reality always seems to interfere Does everyone enjoy laughing at me? Does everyone like ruining me? Does anyone understand me? Yes, Yes, and No. I wish I could be a normal girl My own room I could have makeup I could be pretty I could have a best friend that understands me But that isn't reality