This Game
You don't realize what lies
In between the lines.
You don't know what it is that you feel,
You don't know how to heal,
And now nothing else is real,
And you don't know how to deal
With this hurt you can't reveal.
So you walk out in the rain
Stand up tall,
Hide your shame,
You look around,
You wonder who else
Plays this game.
But you know
That even though you're not the same,
You still feel each others' pain.
And you kind of sort of feel a bit lame,
You wonder why no one knows your name,
And inside there is a flame,
It is the beast you cannot tame.
It is trying to make a claim
On who you are,
Trying to leave scars,
And it's so bizarre,
That you're so far
From yourself.
You can't think straight
You're crazy at this rate,
And now it's too late
For you to save yourself
From that thing you hate.
You.