In front of everyone else you're a different person.
Behind the closed doors the mask comes off.
You say the things you know will hurt the most.
The things that will make the tears fall down.
I make my own decisions.
It's not up to you, it doesn't effect you.
You're the adult but you don't act like it.
You make low blows and don't even flinch.
I try to find an escape.
Drugs?
Why waste my time?
Sex?
I don't want to be that girl.
So I write.
This is it.
This is all I have.
While you're out acting like someone else I'm at home...
Writing the real story.
I have worked so hard to reach your standards.
But higher and higher they go.
I'm done trying.
This is me.
