• Do you honestly assume I’m always fine?
    Though I may have a smile on my face
    I can’t erase this sour taste
    That fills me with regret.
    “Why did I say that?”
    “Why am I like this?”
    “Why am I so selfish?”
    These words I speak upset me more
    Because my mind is in a constant war

    Do you honestly think I haven’t been through bad times?
    I've gone through hell
    Even if you can’t tell
    But I have scars,
    Maybe not on my arms
    But in my heart
    By my demons trying to tear me apart.
    They rip and shred at me because
    They can’t stand that I’m trying to become stronger.

    Do you honestly believe that the words you speak don’t hurt?
    Your sword like words pierce through my shield
    And I grimace because I don’t think I can be healed.
    But through the sadistic pleasure you get by my pain
    I hold onto my hope that’s the size of a grain.
    In the darkest of nights I see a bright glow
    I get excited because I now know
    That someone cares
    As I grab their strong hand.

    Do you honestly know me?