Some say I'm not the same maybe I have changed I used to be able to tell used to be able to know what's wrong with me...?
Is it my face? Or my hair, maybe my eyes do not glow it's cause my frown doesn't show I'm not good at my grades but I am at the stage I know how to act every day
I may not be beautiful i may not be smart, but I love them I love you why isn't that enough?
You say it's on me if I explode from the lies that I've said to spare my sickness from your head, and it is said it's my fault if I end up dead
what is wrong with me!? why do I think these thoughts what is wrong with me? why am I so distraught i know I'm not special i know I'm not alone then why do I feel so cold?
It's on me, they don't understand it's my fault, that they want me to frown it's my fault, less guilt on their crowns that they want me to be happy when they are happy to lighten to be ok why are they so two faced
But still.. it's not all of them they are loving they are kind they could understand, but I only wish that they could see that the pain that's in me isn't for them to feel
And i get it all i've understood it all overthought it all every moment every motion all the pain that I cannot share there is to much I know for me to show
You may think not you'll pass this without a care but just so you know I will keep on smiling i'll keep hiding till you are merry and if not I still don't know