Can You See

Some things are often not as they seem.

Can you see when you look at me
the remnants of my heart smashed at my feet?
Can you see when you look at me
the rivers of pain flowing down my cheek?
Can you see when you look at me
the will of strength a vanished dream?
Can you see when you look at me
the years of torment my soul has seen?
Can you see when you look at me
the sad smile on my face;
Fake though it be
for the world to see?

I try to hide the real things in mind,
the real parts of me not many can find.
I try to pretend it's all alright but-
the fact remains I'm dying inside.

There's not much left that I can say
to show how I live in a world so grey.
Maybe some day you can see
the remnants of my heart lain at my feet.