You turn your back, and hide your face
you sit there smiling, and move with grace,
inside your fighting, fighting to smile,
while you pretend its nothing serious or vile.
The sun goes down, and I see your tears,
they all go and I see your fears
head in hands, legs shaking,
deep down, inside you're breaking.
I get my glue and scissors at the ready,
but you claim everything good and steady,
he screams and shouts, but you take it in,
while each day you get more and more thin.
I keep clear, head screwed on tight,
ignoring pain and worry with all my might,
waiting for the sun is when I cry,
head in pillow; I won't lie.
Tears flow down, and they won't stop,
for all things bad, and those good I didnt adopt
the door opens, and I bury my head,
still not strong, after all done and said.