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You have no clue who I really am.

You've never even taken the time to try.

You may have said you loved me,

but I know it was just a lie.

I've heard you twist my words

and blame me for whatever's wrong.

I really can't take any more of this.

It's gone on just too long.

My heart's been broken, kicked, and crushed.

Now nothing is left but the dust.

My tearducts long ago did rust

and I've got no one left to trust.

I look like a normal happy child.

Having all the friends a person could

and smiling more than once in a while,

I act like a normal happy child should.

But I am not who you think I am.

I'm only a wreck of blood and tears.

The darkness has been my only friend

and the night, my confidant, through the years.

When knives no solace did provide,

the blackest of nights gave way to my screams.

And there in the emptiness did I let go

of all of my hopes and all of my dreams.

In silent night I bleed my pain,

releasing all of my shame,

letting go of the girl I feign,

pleading for replenishing rain.

I look like a normal happy child,

but I hide the truth for the common good.

So inside my head I will stay

and act like a normal happy child should.