You may think you know me but do you?
Do you know that when no one is around, my smile turns to tears?
Do you know that sometimes in a crowded room, I feel completely alone?
Do you know that I lay awake wondering why no one ever loved me the way I loved them?
Do you know the hurt I never talk about because I don’t want to hurt others’ feelings?
Do you know the guilt I feel for feeling the way I do when so many others are suffering?
Do you know that sometimes I wish someone would see through all of it and say I get it?
Do you know telling me it could be worst doesn’t make it better?
Do you know that I wish you would understand that my pain is my pain and no one else’s, and I’m not trying to compare it to anyone’s else, not looking for anyone’s sympathy, not feel guilty about it, not bury it deep within myself?
Do you know that I’m just looking to work my way through it?
You think you know me but do you?