When the world gets too much to bear, sometimes I just want to curl up and hide away from it all
and yet you declare that I'm tough, still standing, a brick wall...
You dont know that when I'm alone the tears stream down my face, and my heart hurts in my chest
and yet when you see me, I look happy, dolled up, I always look my best...
So how were you to know I was going mad, the scars climbing up my arms, hidden by jewels
How were you to know that I hated being treated like your pet fool?
How were you to know that anything was wrong, since I got so good at covering up the cracks in my life?
How was anyone to know all the secrets, worries and burdens were causing me grief and strife?
and now the cracks are beginning to show........
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