I have seen your smile hundreds of times,
Somehow I always know how to make you laugh.
You have seen my smile also,
But have you seen the real me?
The one whose eyes are sunken in her head
her brain is foggy,
and her skin is old and brittle.
The one that is in a hole that she has climbed many times,
Only to slip back in again.
You think you know her,
but you don't.
And you probably never will.
But if you do get to know her,
be gentle.
her heart is fragile,
and she cannot think straight.
If you get to know her,
Hold on tight,
So you she doesn't slip away.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
I have seen your smile hundreds of times,
Somehow I always know how to make you laugh.
You have seen my smile also,
But have you seen the real me?
The one whose eyes are sunken in her head
her brain is foggy,
and her skin is old and brittle.
The one that is in a hole that she has climbed many times,
Only to slip back in again.
You think you know her,
but you don't.
And you probably never will.
But if you do get to know her,
be gentle.
her heart is fragile,
and she cannot think straight.
If you get to know her,
Hold on tight,
So you she doesn't slip away.
