Split Personalities

by *~Criztal~*   Jan 24, 2005


No one knows the real me
No one knows what I think
To people, I can appear happy
But that’s only a small part of me

There is another part that no one sees
The other part of me is the one that cries herself to sleep every night
The other part of me is the one who wishes that everyday she would die
This me that everyone sees is nothing but an act
An act that I have come to call my life

My true life is filled with every sadness in this world
This life has brought breaks upon my heart that will never heal
With tears that will never dry or fade
And with wrongs that can never be right

Everyday I pray I won’t break
Let everyone lay their sight upon the true me
In fear that everything will never be the same again
In fear that no one will understand or even care

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