When you look at me what do you see?
A girl who likes to help and make others happy?
Or a girl who really wants her life to fade away?
What do you see when you really look at me?
The fake me, the mask I work so hard to keep together?
Or the real me, the monster who lies and deceives to be noticed?
Which is it? I'm not sure as of yet.
I don't know who I am anymore.
It scares me...or does it really?
Does it scares me or does it comfort me?
To know soon all my problems will disappear and never come back.
In my head nothing matches up, the pieces never seem to fit.
I'm slowly going insane, losing myself to my flaws.
My ugly wants and desires is what's destroying me.
Slowly but surely it'll be my downfall and nothing can stop it.
When you see me smiling, inside I'm really crying.
When you see me laughing, inside I'm really screaming.
When I shake my head and say "Nothing, it's not important."
It really is important, to me at least.
When I roll my eyes and glance away, I'm really reaching out for help.
When I walk away, I'm wanting you to come after me.
When you tell me that I can talk to you about anything and I nod and smile.
I'm really wishing I could find the courage to say something.
When I say "No really, I'm fine."
I'll let you in on a secret.
I'm not really fine...
