i tell them one thing,
they belive another,
taking someone elses word,
instead of their own daughers,
to many times,
ive cried my self to sleep,
not wanting to wake up,
and face the horror of the next day,
trying to be that perfact family that they need to portray,
striving to be number one,
it feels like world war three has begun,
to long have i hid in the shawdow,
waiting for the yelling to stop,
to long have i watched my life fall apart,
and all my friends just fade,
putting on a happy face,
is harder than it sounds,
hiding that deep dark secret,
that your scared will be found.