Broken

I cover the truth with lies
You think you know the person on the inside.
You never see the frown
I make you laugh like I am your personal clown.
Take a look on the inside
But I'll warn you, you might not like what you find.
This person is ugly, and she cries all the time.
She is hurting because she has to lie, passing the time in rhymes
You don't know me.
You get your knowladge based on what you see.
What you will never know
Is I put on a good show.
Wish I didn't need to hide.
Wish you could just stand by my side.
But you don't.
Or maybe it's that you won't.
You sit an mock.
Wish you wouldn't talk.
Wish I could just turn invisible and hide.
Because you don't know who I am on the inside.
Sometimes I think you're the one who lies.
You don't even try.
Now we just fight.
But you don't have the right.
To say thoes things to me.
Wish you would use a lock and key.
I just want to leave this place.
Go away by myself and win the race.
Because you don't care what I do, or say.
You never cared anyway.
♠ ♠ ♠
Just feeling really low, it's one of thoes days. I wrote this after I got into a fight with my family. Mostly my mother. I think we can all kind of relate, that sometimes at some points family are the ones who make us hurt the most.

Hope you like it.

lex....aka Mocha ( to some)