Just because I smile, doesn't mean I'm not hurt.
Just because I cry, doesn't mean that I'm sad.
Just because I'm strong, doesn't mean I'm not broken.
You may think you know me, but no one knows the real me.
The me who is kind but lonely.
The me who is wise and damaged.
The me who smiles but is dying inside.
The me who everyday tries not to be noticed.
The me who wonders why I'm here. What purpose do I have?
The me who locks up all emotions and builds a wall around her heart so she won't get hurt again.
That's the real me people can't seem to notice.