No one can feel what I feel because they pretend to be immortal.
But on the inside they aren't. I am damaged and broken, I hurt more than anyone will ever, it's not fair but then again I've lived a whole life full of damage.
I try to pretend that the blows don't hurt, but every blow hits me hard.
It makes my insides burn, and hurt with seething pain.
But in the end I know, it's all just a game.
The tears blend in with the fears and the game starts over, churning, so we smile because it's how fake we really are.
We let them take control because we lost it.
No we glide along empty, the pain actually being realized.
I wonder why you make this so damn hard to give up.
I've sent all the emotions in my body to rebel against you and u know what?
It has, but yet somehow you find your way back to me. Then u use your force to make me say what you want me to say.
It hurts but I deal, and I know one day things will change.
But until then I plaster on the fake smile, that smile u have seen a lot.
It's the one of a plastic Barbie.
