They are all so blind,

for yet I'm still screaming silently inside.

Can't you see me?

I'm right here

There is more than meets the eye,

what you see is just the disguise.

Not one I put up for fun or games,

but one protecting and shading,

and unfortunately completely separating.

Take your eyes from the face,

and look deep down under the guise.

I know you can't see the true me,

but oh I wish you could know

that what you see isn't me.

Sometimes I wish I could completely hide,

some things inside never go away,

not meant to be shown,

but to sting and torture me.

How do I find the balance between

what I wish would show,

those things in me I don't know how to let out,

and what I can never allow to the surface.
 
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