Unclear

It may seem unclear to you why I act the way I act .

And why I do what I do .

This all must be one big mystery to you .

My mind is filled with nothing but endless doubt .

So don't waste your time on trying to figer me out.

Low self esteem is all I carry with me where ever I go .

That drags along a pain that you will never know .

You judge for what you see.

And not for me .

I may not carry the face you all want around .

But what else do I have but a bucket of tears that's holding me down .

I carry nothing but regret and sorrow .

And a hand full of depression I'll bottle up till tomorrow .

I'll wait till I'm all alone where no can see or hear me .

Then and only then will both my guards and my tears fall.

You don't feel or see the pain that's all hidden within .

Because it all on the inside where it's always been.

You don't really care and you will never give a damn.

Because you will never understand why I am the way that I am.

I can't take my pain any longer .

And I can't continue to make you wonder .

So if you want my to go I'll leave and go where most of us would never go.

With this pain that you could never know .