I said that I was strong,
but that was just a lie.
Outside I may seem calm,
But inside I do cry.
You just never noticed it,
none of you really did.
This internal conflict
of myself I could not rid.
You think I'm untouchable,
but is that really so?
In fact I'm lower than you think,
it's a yes but you'd say no.
You never got to know me,
for I was too afraid.
Of being so called happy,
and then broken and unmade.
I'm sorry I have to do this,
but old habits are hard to change.
To be hurt and have to cry,
to me they aren't that strange.
Mandy Lee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perception-32/
