Childish

My world is starting to die.
And I slowly start to cry.
People talking smack,
right behind my back.

The childish games they play
need to end this very day.
I don’t think they realize,
the tears coming out my eyes.

I hate how they get to me,
and how they don’t see,
that my heart is bleeding,
and that my tears have meaning.

They mean I am hurt.
And I want them to stop talking dirt.
They mean that I can’t take it.
And that there’s stuff they just don’t get.

There’s more to me than they know.
I just don’t let it show.
I hide the things inside.
But I wish I could speak my mind.

I wish they knew the real me.
Than they could leave me be.
I’m just so scared of rejection,
that I can’t even stand my own reflection.

People just don’t understand,
I want to show who I really am.
There are so many things I need to say.
But even if I could they won’t give me the time of day

If only I could say it all.
Than I wouldn’t easily fall.
They just don’t comprehend.
That I could be a great friend.

I hate how they view me,
as small and week.
Inside me I am learning to be tough,
I am able to fight through the rough.

I just wish that was who I could be,
on the outside that is I mean.
My world would be so much easier,
if I could be a little happier.

Like I had said,
their childish games need to end.
And they need to realize,
that there is truth beyond these eyes.