The Truths

When you look at me, what do you see?
Seeing that smile, could you guess what I hold back?
Hearing that laugh, could you sense the pain?
When we talk, can you tell that I leave so much out?
When I say I am fine,do you know what is behind that?
Is it just me, or do you miss alot?
When you really look at me , Do you really see me?
Do you even know that there is so much you don't see?


I can tell you what you see
A girl that isn't really there anymore
A hollow shell
That if you were to put under pressure
Would be gone in an instant
That is why she has so much protections
Why there is alway people around her


OF course you don't see what she is holding back
You hardly know that girl
Or, at least not the one that the rest of the world does
The funny thing is, she doesn't want you to
She feels if you see the scars you would walk away to


Even though when that laugh sounds you can tell something is off
You will never call her on it
You shouldn't ask questions if you aren't ready for the answers
Did you even know laughing to her, is like crying
She can't cry anymore, so she covers her self
With an empty laugh


You may know you are never getting the whole story
Does it bother you that you only have half a friend
Her mind is somewhere else, as she thinks
Thinks of a way to explain everything
Without drawing your attention to the main issue
It is odd that you are fine


Did you know when that girl says she is fine
She is trying to convince herself
Trying to keep you from worrying
Calming her mind with a twisted logic
Some part, some thing is fine with her


Yes, you do miss allot
Her hints are less than subtle
She will cry the second you look the other way
She will write about her brokeness
Scream into her pillow
Write out those emails to you, but never hit send
Maybe, it isn't that you miss it
But, rather you want someone else to deal with it


No, another one I can answer for you
If you really saw me, than you would help
You would untie the ribbon
Pull of the beautiful mask
Deal with the monster just below the surface
But, the act is so much prettier, isn't that?
That girl is so much easier to be around
You can love her. but not me
Wait, you'll see when you find out that girl is still a part


Of course you do
Everytime she shifts
Fiddles with her long sleeves
Or winces when she moves
You notice, and watch but never say anything
Of course, you dont want to get involved


After reading this, Did you know I am that girl