Pain
pain is hidden not something i share with the world
it made me who i am today
self concious
hurt
scared
tears
i cant be me because of the pain
i want to be free but everything
that happens adds another hole
to my already damaged heart
my pain is like acid it burns
its toxic bottled up inside
stored to keep everyone from seeing its true power
im full of toxic waste
it runs through
veins
mind
heart
leavin a mark wherever it goes
always stored my pain never shown
kept to myself
none knows the real me
the me thar hurts inside
they all think im happy
theyll never know the truth
im hurt ill say it but none can feel it
my pain never shown it belongs to me
it created me pain is who i am
PAIN IS WHO I AM
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