No one understands the pain that I go through,
they say it's just a phase, something we all do,
but I'm not part of "all" I'm unique and set apart
by the things that define me, my actions and my heart.
My actions are for all to see, but my heart must be uncovered
but most just see the outside, my soul yet not discovered.
They say that actions speak louder than words
like when a cowboy gallops, the cows follow in herds.
But words cut deep and leave gashes and scars
like being hit over the head and seeing the stars.
Now if I should die before I wake,
would anyone realize my actions were fake?
Would anyone understand my feelings inside?
Would someone care about the pain I hide?
Maybe someone would care if only they knew,
but no one understands the pain that I go through.