You know nothing.

Just an expansion of black,
nothing more,
never more.

You think you know it all.
The beginning,
the middle,
the end.

You don't.
You have no clue
what all I've gone through.

The pain,
suffering,
being afraid,
depressed
feelings I have felt.

It isn't a fairy-tale;
my life has never been,
and never will be.
Nothing more,
never more.

I've gone through a lot.
More than most people would.
I've dealt
with it all
in the only way I could.

Do whatever it takes,
to make it through.

I hide.
I make myself invisible.
I make myself fit in.
Nothing more.
Never more.

Cuts have lined my arm,
my stomach has felt emptiness,
starvation.
My face has been masked
with make-up.
The false beauty.

You have no clue.
What all I've gone through.

Not the beginning,
middle,
or end.
Nothing more,
never more.

You know nothing.