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Apr 2014
Nobody knows the real me

Nobody knows how many times I've rushed into my room and cried

How manny times I've lost hope

How many times I've been let down

Nobody knows the amount of tears
I've held back

Or how manny times I was really just about to snap but I don't just for the sake of others

Nobody knows the real me
and nobody will unless I do something about it

Nobody realizes that they give me an opportunity to feel free everyday

But I decline it saying "No No I am alright" or maybe "What?! don't worry I am fine"

Nobody knows how much I really need to run through a field of grass with somebody by my side

Somebody that knows

Well that's just too bad

because no body knows that I do want somebody to know.
Budour Al Issaei
Written by
Budour Al Issaei  Lebanon
   Maaria Chehab and Zein Bdeir
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