No One Really Knows The Real Me
All They See Is The Man On The Outside
There To Blind To Be Able To See
The Broken Boy On The Inside
They Just See The Skin I Wear
The Person I Pretend To Be
So People Won't Look and Stare
I'm Just Afraid To Show The Real Me
My Inner Shell Has Began To Crack
Because Of The People I Choose To Let In
All The Bastards Who Stabbed Me In The Back
By People Who Claimed To Be My Friends
No Docter, Friend, Pill, Or Razorblade Can Stop This
Those Unhelpful Things Can Only Slow It Down
A Foe That Can't Be Fought With Guns Or Fists
A Curse That Will Soon Take Over Without A Sound
There Are People Who Are The Same
I Won't Walk Alone Any Longer
Always We Are In Contstant Pain
But What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Stronger
Patrick Shields
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-really-knows/
