Title: Nobody Sees
Rating: PG, harmless really.
Disclaimer: Ug, I hate these. Don't own them. No way.
Summery: Um, I don't know, another look into Trinity's past. 'Cept, it's a different past from me last fic.
A/N: Hey, I think I've got half a story here. Well, it will be a whole story when I'm finished. Does anybody know whether you spell Sees with a aphostraphe or without? But then, I can't even spell aphostraphe. That's what it sounds like it should spell like. Ah well. On with the story
Trinity's POVSometimes it seems that I have no place
And I don't know what to do with myself
Light up another I can taste the filth inside
And I need to cleanse my soul
It's like living in a hell hole. My house, the place I live. My home. I want to die. You wouldn't know it, looking at me. I appear tough, strong, but inside, alone, I am weak. But then, they don't know what it's like. They don't have an alcoholic for a mother. Their father isn't gone. Their houses are neat and tidy, not slums.
Nobody knows and nobody cares
That I die, on the inside
Nobody sees the lie that is me
Cause I smile on the outside
Still nobody knows and nobody cares
What I walk on the wrong side
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
But you
They don't really get it. I don't bother explaining to them, they wouldn't understand if I did. So I smile and get on with it, like I'm the same. Like I want to talk about boys, and make- up and clothes. I don't. I want to talk about my life, for once. I want them to see me for what I really am. But then, they don't listen.
All the friends that I've had
Where are they now
Guess I'm far too intense
To be loved
All the things that I hate
I hate about myself
And I need to cleanse my soul
They've left now, laughed in my face. They don't want anything to do with me if I talk about life- real life. Not this sham they believe is true. Because it's not. It can't be. If it is, then what hope is left for us? I guess maybe I pushed them away, made them believe I didn't like me. I probably did. It's the kidn of thing I would do. But I don't understand anymore. I don't understand anything other than the screaming drunk I call my mother, the four walls I live in, and the cuts I make along my arm.
Nobody knows and nobody cares
That I die, on the inside
Nobody sees the lie that is me
Cause I smile on the outside
Still nobody knows and nobody cares
What I walk on the wrong side
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
But you
I was laughing with them. Having a good time. But I was too far away. Too long gone. I don't know how to have a good time. And I don't know who 'they' is anymore.
But you, I have nobody
But you, nobody
Nobody but you
One day, I will make somebody care, I will make them understand. I will let them know the pain I feel. I won't be a nobody forever.
Nobody knows and nobody cares
That I die, on the inside
Nobody sees the lie that is me
Cause I smile on the outside
Still nobody knows and nobody cares
What I walk on the wrong side
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
Tell me who, nobody
But you
A/N: ok, the keyboards stopped working downstairs so I've had to come upstairs :'( Actually, better computer up here. Means I can read fics while I'm posting this. I am ill, once again my friends, yet this time I managed to do some writing (Who say's I should be working on Conclusions? I'll work on what I want to thank- you), and know, it's not homework (although I do have rather a big pile of that, hmm…) Anyway, I hope you liked this, it started off with good intentions, but it went haywire. I'm not saying it's evil or anything, I'm just saying I couldn't decide how to start it and so I started it wrong so it all came out wrong. I might come back to it in twenty years time or so. I'll sit down and think, 'oo, I remember that crap old fic I wrote when I was young', you know, the way annoying parents and teachers say 'In my day…' Dead annoying. So for all you teach's out there (especially the old ones) stop it! And did you know, that if you hover the what-do-you-call-it, the cursor (why's it called that anyway) over a small b, it kinda looks like a capital? Am I rambleing? Ignore it. Go read Conclusions.