One Day

I can't believe that one day,

I might eventually heal,

And the pain I feel,

Will not be real,

I'm going to be okay.

People think I'm pretending,

To be hurt and broken inside,

They think I'm attention seeking,

And that I just lied.

They don't see the truth in me,

And maybe they don't want to,

But that's okay, I understand,

And I promise that this was not planned.

If I chose to suffer like this,

For the people who would look,

Who would point and whisper,

And laugh at me,

Because my emotions they mistook,

Who would I be,

Where would I see,

The good in everyday,

And what would be the point of,

Hiding my painful past away?