There's something damn good at me -
No one can see me crying.
I don't know if it's because they don't want to see,
But even if they want to, they can't.
'Cause my eyes won't let them.
I have glasses, and no one can see.
No one can feel, either.
Sometimes it's good, I think,
But sometimes I just want someone to notice it.
And they don't.
And it hurts.

I wanna scream sometimes,
But I can't tell anyone.
I can't tell because if I do, they will start looking at
me,
Staring at my eyes,
As if they want to find something.
But this thing doesn't exist.
Especially when they're trying to find it.
It only shows up when no one's looking for it.
And then, it's the most painful.

And when they do ask
(Yes, it happens. sometimes even more than I want to)
I find myself saying: It's nothing, really.
I'm Ok, I promise.
And maybe I'm a good actress, because they leave me alone.
But I can't lie forever.
How can't they see?...