Secrets

Can't knock me down

Im sensitive, no one knows this about me. You try and knock me down and Ill stand taller than the Eiffel Tower. but on the inside, I'm torn. I'm weak and alone because no one knows who I am, who I want to be. I can't tell anyone anything about this part of me. but they don't suspect anything. I've gotten good at hiding the pain. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed or anything, I just wish someone would care enough to see behind my facade. You read about it in books, but not everyone is as lucky as the characters, actually most people aren't, because thats fiction, this is real most peoples sad reality. When I read those books where someones broken and someone cares for them and fixes them I think "there was one of the lucky ones" I Want someone, anyone to see that I'm not happy. Anyone. I wish someone would care about me enough to want to make everything better, but I'm not one of the lucky ones, at least not yet.