If you'd only just stop to see what was real.
To see what was fake, to see what I feel.

I could show you where my thoughts are,
A group of painful memories, all combined into one scar.

No one knows, what lies behind my smile,
Whether it's happiness or sadness that decides to stay a while.

I haven't been diagnosed, but I swear I have a disorder,
One that prevents you from seeing beyond my hearts, guarded border.

But you wouldn't even care to look,
Because you wouldn't understand my life story in the form of a book.