I'm Sorry for everything that I put you through.
You never got the chance to be the real you.
Too afraid of what people would say.
So you hid your dreams and even parts of yourself away.

Controlled by the fear.
Everyday wishing you'd dissapear.

Always hiding your tears.
Afraid to show weakness.
When deep inside, you feel like a real mess.
Nobody knows just how much your in distress.
So you slap on some makeup and pick out a nice dress.

P.S. I'm Sorry.

© Cassandra A.D.J