My Life

I walk around like every thing's okay,
i smile, i wave,
i say "i'm fine," "it will be okay."
In reality it's not.
It will never stop.
The painful words, the careless remarks,
the painful memories of it all.
I cry alone,
so know one will ask what's wrong.
I muffle my screams of frustration,
so no one will hear.
I silently cry as the blood washes down the drain.
I tell no one.
I show no one.
Everyone thinks nothing's wrong.
But no one sees or hears me.
I live each day with the sting of her words lingering in my head.
The sting of the scars under my belt.
No one knows how i feel.
My own mother saying such hurtful things.
The constant reminders of them.
No one must see my pain or frustration.
I stand like nothing's been said,
like nothing's wrong.
Inside i know it's a lie.
I'm hiding the truth from myself.
Because i'm too afraid to face it..