Every time you see me,
I pretend I'm ok,
When you drive by or see me walking,
my arms are around my abdomen,
and my Music is blasting,
you don't know what I feel,
you'd know what I feel if,
you see that my walls are coming down,
while the tears and sobs come out from hiding,
how when I'm listening to music,
I'm drowning out all sounds and hateful words that are thrown at me,
and when my arms are around me,
I'm protecting the very part of me that I have left,
by then you'd know me better,
you see me pushing people away,
with little or no satisfaction,
you see that my eyes are filled with happiness I don't feel,
you still don't know me,
you'd know me by,
the way I push away to keep from getting hurt,
I fall and believe that I'm incapable of having friends,
I pretend happiness so I won't break down,
by then you're even closer,
yet not close enough,
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