you ever feel people misjude
not knowing the real you,
not noticable in your everyday face,
laughter used as covers,
through real fealings,
somthing,held to heart, so easy to smile,
uncontroling, heard to resist the feelings,
even though they're far from the real thing,
everyone thinks I'm a happy person,
just because I let loose and laugh once in a while,
but no one knows how I realy feal,
the open scars that al ways run through me,
al ways bleeding, everyday rutine,
people think I'm just an over happy person,
a little too happy, "aren't you ever sad', they ask me,
but they don't understand the pain
the tears I cry every night
Rebecca'