You say you know me,
In and out, through my soul you can see.
But do you know how often I’ve cried,
Into my pillow in the dead of the night?

Do you know the ache of hearing my name,
Twisted into lies for which I carry the blame?
Hurtful stories I never told,
Yet, in their eyes, the truth it holds?

How broken and lonely I was,
When my chances were stolen, my dreams at a pause.
The ache of sitting alone as a substitute,
While they all took their shots, yet I stood mute?

The pain of being stabbed in the back,
When tears blocked my vision, and all turned black.
When I carried my shattered hope in my hands,
Piecing together the fragments like scattered sands.

Did you see the battles I fought alone,
Or just the smile I had outgrown?
Did you feel the weight on my shoulders,
Crushing my spirit as the night grew colder?

You say you know me,
But did you ever hear my silent plea?
When strength between my fingers kept slipping,
When my feet were unstable, and my world was tipping?