I see why they laugh
and talk behind my back,
yet instead of telling
me the truth they hide them
with little lies but I can see what they
hide from me I see why they say "
you need help"
your crazy in the head" and
"why must you act like that?"
even my own mother says
"sometimes I just want to hit you so bad"
they make me a lone wolf away from the pack.
But you know what I don't care
I may only be able to
hide my tears for oh so long
soon they will show
hot tears running down my face.
I see my relection I hate it
shows me why the people talk
I see why they talk
I see why they laugh they don't know what I
have been through and what I have seen
they only know the outer side of me...