Maybe there is something wrong with me,
Maybe those girls where right all along,
And they were just trying to help me see,
How unimportant I really can be.
On a good day I wouldn’t say this,
But today everything is dark,
I’ve been hurt and I’m struggling,
With all the pain rising to the surface.
This is what I get for pretending,
That everything is ok for far too long,
People keep telling me this,
But I never listen.
How am I supposed to share with people,
When I know how it will crush them,
I don’t want to see those sad faces,
Or the pity in their eyes.
I can and will deal with this alone,
Because I know from the past how strong I am,
And I know it’s ok to have a weak day,
Because I know I will be ok