Childish games.

The childish games they play
Need to end this very day.
I don’t think they realize,
The tears coming out my eyes.

I hate how they get to me,
And how they don’t see,
That my heart is bleeding,
And that my tears have meaning.

There’s more to me than they know.
I just don’t let it show.
I hide the things inside.
But I wish I could show my mind.

I wish they knew the real me.
Than they could leave me be.
I’m just so scared of rejection,
That I can’t even stand my own reflection.

People just don’t understand,
I want to show who I really am.
There are so many things I need to say.
But there isn't enough time in a day.

I hate how they view me,
As small and weak.
Inside me I am learning to be tough,
I am able to fight through the rough.

Like I had said,
Their childish games need to end.
And they need to realize,
That there's truth beyond these eyes.