The Pain

                             Innocent looks cross his face,
                             the words "What are you talking about?" slip from his lips.
                             How can he do this?
                             How could he just lie straight to my face?
                             This pain he causes me is not understandable to him,
                             he kills me inside but on the outside I have a happy face.
                             He might as well strike me physically while he's at it,
                             because that's what he's doing to me on the inside.
                             Hurting on the inside,
                             happy on the outside.
                             These words are the story of my life,
                             read them and understand.
                             You must know how I live,
                             how I can smile with the pain eating at me.
                             My soul is slowly deteriorating,
                             my soul is almost gone.
                             If you understood how I can still walk with this pain,
                             then you would start to cry.
                             Living with this is not healthy,
                             so eventually I will die.