To me there is more than meets the eye
My social being is all a lie
All people think they know the real me
But my outside is all they will ever see
Why don’t they know how I really feel?
That my soul was cut deep and will never heal
These people I know are they for real
Or am I just a “friend” that’s not a great deal
I always help them when they feel down
I always put a smile on their face when they frown
But when i\'m sad they turn a blind eye
Thinking its all attention seeking when I cry
Deep down I know I can’t take anymore
My friends have killed me down to my core
I know inside there is a hiding meaning
Something that is being concealing
I try to fight life day by day
But I can’t hold it all in, so there I lay
Blood draining out my veins from my heart
Tearing all my hopes and dreams apart
Then when friends think what on earth was wrong
It was all written down in my song
You never take the time to know the real me
So take the time and think over things and see
When I was sad what did you do?
Did you hear me talk about my feelings to you?
Did you take any notice, give advice or help me
Or did you just switch off and ignore me totally
What i\'m trying to say, I’m more than meets the eye
The life I lead outside was all a lie
It wasn’t me; there was no point to my life
Knowing that no one knew me and that was my “life”
(this poem might seem really rubbish but it helped get it all of, but its hard to decribe what your feeling in words because it the words never seem to completely match to what your feeling)
