You yell at me, and yell at me,
until I finally snap.
You see some of the real me,
the one under all this pressure,
this stress.
I hate it,
when you see me,
when you know I'm not all fine and dandy.

I yell back at you,
something slips and you see me more.
I regret it,
say "Nothing, never mind."
but you won't let it go.
I make up a lie.
I leave the room and you let it drop.
As I walk into the other room,
wipe my tears and blow my nose,
someone else asks "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
So I lie again.
"I'm fine," I say, "Its nothing."
But they don't believe me.
They push me, and push me, until I speak.
They see me again.

I don't want to hide,
but I don't want to see you hurt because of me.
I lie, put on a façade for your sake,
I'm all smiles and happiness around you,
all this, for you.
But inside I'm screaming,
I'm crying for release,
to be myself.
But you'll never know the truth,
because I have these walls up
to protect you from it.

I hate it when they crumble,
and you see me.