Do they Know?
People say I'm nice.
People say I'm quiet.
But do they know the reason why
I sit there in silence?
It's because I'm thinking
of everything that's wrong with me.
Every little flaw
and every little insecurity.
No one knows the heartache
I felt.
No one notices the silent
cry out for help.
People just assume
that I'm fine.
They don't know
I'm slowly losing my mind.
But it's ok. I'll go back to being
nice and quiet.
But now you why
I rather stay silent.
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