Standing there…
She knows she’s being watched
Does she like the attention?
Or does she feel insecure
People stare and talk about her
Good and bad
She tells you it doesn’t bother her
Knowing its killing her inside
What will she do?
Will she continue to go on and mentally abuse herself?
Or will she decide its time for a change
She’s only her, she’s only me
Dark and lonely on the inside
No one to turn to
Would you help her?
No, you don’t know who she really is
How will you ever know?
You won’t because she won’t let you
She’s not going to let you in
You’re going to be watching her
Show from the outside
You don’t know her.