I am alone, beneath the skin of a smiling girl.

I am weak, underneath the tough words.

I cry when the doors are closed

and I lie when I'm vulnerable.

I'm scared of the entire world

I hate to know pains cold fingers

they linger their frozen touch on my heart

and it's there I know I am falling apart.

I break like glass thats already cracked

shattered asunder, just like that.

Sometimes, while my lips quiver and my eyes shine with unshed tears

I think about what there isn't to fear.

What is the reward of this wayward place

Ridden in hate

I cant walk a mile in anyone else's shoes

I haven't even ran in my own

My heart cant bare the thought

Of stepping outside it's home

Oh yes, it's been broken

And yes, it's done wrong,

but that imperfect heart

that broken, hurt swollen heart is strong.