Look at Me...

Look at me. Do you see me? No. You don't. No one can. All they see is a girl, smiling and carefree. Whatever. I guess maybe it's my fault. I hide behind myself. Life really is much easier that way. I can smile, and no one will ever know anything is wrong. It's like a mask I wear.
Look at me. Do you see me? No. You don't. No one can. All they see is the hooded boy slowly walking, face downcast toward the sidewalk. Whatever. I guess it's my fault. I hide beneath my sweatshirt. Life really is much easier that way. I put it on, and no one will ever see the scars on my wrist. It's like my escape.
Look at me. Do you see me? No. You don't. No one can. All they see is a sad little orphan girl, tears running down my cheeks. Whatever. I guess it's my fault. I couldn't make my parents love me. They hid behind their drugs. They told me life really was easier that way. They'd take them, and I would be left hiding behind the couch. It was like my haven.