I wish someone could understand the real me,

But unfortunately that side nobody can see.

When I cry, people think it's for sympathy,

No, I don't want it, that just happens emotionally.

When I find somebody who understands me,

All they do is smile at me.

They say I'm gonna be fine,

But why do I feel so awkwardly blind?

Why do tears rush out of my eyes,

Why don't other people cry so much as I?

Why am I so dark and depressed,

All that gives me is pain and stress?

People say learn to be strong,

I do, I'm strong, but these tears don't go along.

I can't express what I feel inside,

These tears just go on and just don't hide.