Why do you bother?
I don't get it.
I just don't FREAKING get it!
What is the point of being nice to me?
Why do you build me up?
Is it only to break me back down?
Do you get some sort of sick pleasure out of destroying me?

I bet it amuses you to know that I'm hurt.
Bet you would love to see me cry.
But I won't show it. You will never see the tears I cry,
and you will never know they were for you.
Because I'll dry my eyes before I look at you,
put on my happy face, and pretend to be strong.
I'll never let you think you've won.
You'll think I'm fine.
Even though I'm in pieces- on the inside.


Not very pretty- oh well
All mine NO Jocking!!