I'm so strong. I never tell anybody what's really going on.

& the pity is.. I've grown into thinking it's right when it's wrong.

As if I'm numb to pain, not needing an umbrella when it rains.

Maybe I've just had to be strong through too many storms 

having to readjust my sail while being tossed by the waves.

Deep, deep, deep down I guess I'm just afraid 

that I've lost my ability to feel love. or loved.

Given up on the possibility of a lover loving me.

Beyond this shell is the real me. The same shell 

that's weighing me down because it's too heavy for me. 

-- I was never meant to carry.

But it's hard to let it go. Behind the wall I've built

is the gentle me waiting for someone to truly care.

To lend a listening ear to my fears. But each 

time I peek from behind the wall and try to confide..

people's twisted ways leave me blind.

I just want someone to listen.

I swear, I just want someone to listen .. and care about my

me - my trials and frustrations. But no one does.

They just formulate opinions..

& keep walking on by..