Are you really seeing me?
The me that hurts?
The me that needs you to notice,
The one that needs help?
Or are you seeing the me that you want to see?
The one who’s invincible?
Steady and sure?
The smart one, the strong one?
The one who never needs help,
never needs saving,
or a shoulder to cry on?
If cared enough to look then you’d agree
That you’re way better off than me.
You tear me down,
to build yourself up.
I'm hurting on the inside,
but i smile on the out.
It hurts so much,
but no ones ever noticed.
It’s because they don’t want to.
I’m the strong one, remember?
I’m not allowed to be weak
For other’s sakes.
I’m not allowed to cry,
Because it scared others.
I’m not allowed to be me,
Because of what people need me to be.
