No one sees the tears, no one sees the pain, the only evidence of hurt are the scars. Most people don't look past the reflection that they see at first glance, so they don't see. They don't see how far I've been pushed over the edge and torn apart. They don't see that I can't be me, because if I was, they would see the scars, tears, and pain. But people won't let me be me. Who am I?
No one sees
April 22, 2011