No one Will Ever Understand

You think you understand me?

I can hear you speak, you see?

You go on about my perfect life,

you have to idea of the pain and strife

You don't know about how I stress

worried to know if you'll like the way I dress

Worried to know if you'll see my past look

to find out I like sports, hugs or books

All you see is the careless look I show

So you automatically know me? No.

You only see the sarcasm, and the 'I don't care'

you only see perfect clothes and hair

You don't take out the time to find out my fears,

which is why every night, ends in tears.