O how they think they know me, understand me, comprehend me,
Yet how little they really know me,
I breath, I speak, I move,
Yet beyond that which they see,
How much do they know of me?
Do they know the doubt I feel?
The apprehension I cannot control?
The paranoia I fear?
The anger I supress?
The temper I must control?
I doubt they do...............
Yet these are the demons I face,
Day after day after day after day...................
And yet every day
I put on a smile
So false a child would see through it...................
And yet an adult does not....................
And this continues day after day after day......................
As I do......................................