I made everyone believe that I was ok
But I was lying
I was putting on my fake smile
When no one was looking
I made you believe that I would be fine
For reasons you will never understand
I wish you could see this dying girl inside of me
But no one has ever even tried to look inside
I wish you could see that I am afraid and all alone
Afraid of getting hurt
Afraid of always being alone for the rest of my life
I made everyone believe that I was alright
When all I wanted to do was run and hide
Hide within myself
Listening to my music loud
Hoping that it would drown out the pain
Writing all my sorrows away
But they keep coming back
Most of all I made myself believe
That everything was going to go away
But I was wrong cause everything came back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every thing will keep coming back unless you get rid of the problem. problem being what ever is making you unhappy. Becca