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I'm searching for an open door, But all off them are locked, I'm cold with fright and filled with pain, While I'm being mocked. I wish people would look closer, And maybe see my pain, But they're to filled with happiness, While my face begins to rain. They all look while I observe that, All of them shed tears, They all ask if I'm okay, When I want to disappear. No one really wants to know, What I feel inside, They're all filled with phoniness, And covered up in pride.

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