Look at me
Why am I so much hidden away; and yet inside
I am so much more than what they see?
Who am I?
Why am I alive, where is my place in life?
Why can't they, understand that I hide…
What they don't see,
Because they won't, understand me…?
Why, is it that Family is the most…
Hardest people too explain things to?
Or to live with, even though it's
All that you've got in life?