Hidden too well behind a disguise.
Why do I care, what it is that you see?
I am who I am, not who you want me to be.
My life can be hard but I do what I can.
And if I should cry, am I less of a woman?
Because I feel heartache, you tell me I’m weak.
Why can’t you offer the comfort I seek?
I don’t need to fix all the problems I face;
only some sympathy and a loved one’s embrace.
Why can’t I show it? Why do I hide my pain?
I don’t understand it, what is there to gain?
My happy exterior is not always real.
I wear it to hide any pain that I feel.
And still I will wear it, as long as I’m here.
For showing my sadness is my only true fear.
* Love is a gift u should cherish *