Часть 1

I’m the one who says,“I’m alright,” Even when pain eats me up from inside. I long for a shoulder to lean on at night, But no one is ever there by my side. I’m the one they all talk about loud, Yet none of them truly knows who I am. They see just a smile that hides every doubt, But never the scars that still bleed from within. I’m the one who can“handle it all,” The one who refuses to seem weak or small. Though people surround me, I’m lonely through all, Still hoping that someone would catch me when I fall. I wish for a shoulder to lean on at night, To cry without hiding when lost in despair, For someone to notice that“I’m alright” Too often means“I can no longer bear.”