You look at me
You see my smile
You hear my laugh
But, do you really look?

When look inside my shell
Or look past my mask you see me
I have thousands of scares and tears
But very few hearts, and laughs

I look happy
On the inside it's a different story
I have scares which cannot be fixed
I'm so love struck I can hardly breathe

People don't ever ask or act like they want to see me
If I show them, I want to cry but smile at the same time
My scares and hearts are hard to explain
But, if I tell you, will you really listen?

So, who am I?
The smiling girl you see everyday?
Or a scared little girl?
Or even a love struck young woman?