The things she doesnt know


My mommy doesnt know all that I do.

She doesnt know about everything I've gone through

I smile when I'm around her, so that she doesnt know

All the trouble I got into and where my mind likes to go

It always seems to wander around and end up in a bad place

I always want to hide and never show my face

If there's one thing that I hate, that thing is me

I hide so much so that they cannot see

My mommy think I'm happy but little does she know

My mind likes to wander to a place it shouldn't go



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