Silently screaming in the pits of my mind
Though outwardly smiling, acting so kind
I writhe and I sob with feelings of hate
I pretend not to notice the things on my plate
I laugh and I speak to people with charm
Wondering if they see the cuts on my arm
What you see isn't what you get
I'm full of sorrow, pain, and regret
But that is not what people see
People usually never see me
What they see is what I'm not
What I act is something that's bought
Paid for not with gold, diamonds, or rings
But with many more important things
Such as amusement and laughter and dignity and respect
For myself, for my spirit, honesty's been kept
They think I'm perfect, they think I'm all cheers
But little miss sunshine's got nothing but tears
I ask if it's worth all the popularity and fame
When with the good stuff follows the shame
Of knowing I'm not real, knowing I'm all fake
Beneath the rainbows lurks a poisonous snake
I've been bitten by the sharp, threatening teeth
And now I know what lies beneath
And I know it's not worth being untrue
Nor worth the fears, the infamy too
So back where I started, it's time to be free
To show them who is the actual me.
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