All you see is the smiling face,
You don't hear the cries,
taste the tears,
or feel the fears,
Those are all things savoured alone,
A dark place with only room for one,
You aren't burdened by the pain your words would cause,
You meant nothing by it, not even worth a pause,
Sorry , because sometimes it feels like the whole world doesn't find me adequate.
And I am sorry that these self-pitying words are blurs because I "have nothing to complain about" , but sometimes, only sometimes, it feels like I really do.
