Fade

No matter what I do I'm never good enough.

Even though, for you, I pretend to be tough,

Like nothing you do or say kills,

Even after all these pills,

It still reminds me

That I am not what I pretend to be.

And because it makes you feel better,

I would never send you this letter

Or let you see me cry in pain

From all those things you've done in vain.

Because even when my death has come,

This lie will continue to hum.

Because you will never see the inside

Of the one who only knows how to hide.

So no matter what you do, what I say,

This internal pain shall not fade.

 

2011