Tears are silently flowing down my face into my river of seemingly endless sorrows
Problem after problem continues to build up, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to brace what may come tomorrow
I try so hard to be enough, but nothing seems to be working
I am trapped inside a glass box with my screams echoing back; I am hurting
My words fall upon deaf ears and it is then that I realize the extent to which I am invisible
People may appear caring, but I know the heartbreaking truth;
They are merely looking right through me
Constantly alone in a world of pain and loss
I may look completely normal on the outside, but on the inside I am a shriveled up mess of chaos and fears
You seemed so innocent and sweet, but the bitter truth is now clear;
To you I am a ghost, that's how I appear.
