They'll see the crevasses in my body
The ragged scar on my heart
Their torments tearing into my mind, but they won't perceive it…
Won't see it ripping me, piece by piece, apart.
I'm sure they'll see the fear in my eyes
And my soul bared for all to see
Nude in front of a crowd all but for my honest suffering
And it seems that's all fate has ever had intended for me.
I recall when I was younger
The abuse, the names, the lies
You ponder why I act as I do… Internally, I'm charred and left terrified
And to mask it, I shroud myself in these as my disguise.
It was eternally my fault though, still is…
Accused though the blame was never mine
He was treated as golden
I was neglected, and to my agony, every person's eyes were turned blind.
Misunderstood, a word to describe my time
But my pleas for resurrection fell upon deafened ears
Broken, rejected, scorned… They never saw those
Yet I'll stay strong, act cold… never let them see my tears…
…Tears as silver as the tongue that spins words…