When they see you they say,Oh what a strong,beautiful person,
Then you say if they only knew the half of it,
This strong,beautiful, person,
That is a disguise for the person on the inside,
Who has been crying,screaming ,begging for help,
He or she feeling all alone broken perhaps,
Does not even have someone who genuinely understands them,
All they hear is you can talk to me if there is something wrong,
From the people they trust the least,
Feeling all alone in a world filled with hate,
In need of a hug,parents praying that he or she will not become a delinquent,
This child looks physically fine,but on the inside you will never know their story,because this weak-hearted child will never reveal them-self.