He thinks I’m pretty, <br />But he doesn’t want to know my name. <br />He thinks I’m happy, <br />But he doesn’t know I’d break down and cry when nobody’s watching. <br />He thinks i listen to pop and soppy ballads, <br />But he doesn't know i have the same Radiohead CD he plays in his car. <br /> <br />He thinks I’m colorful, <br />He thinks I’ve more colors than an average person does. <br />He thinks my phone rings more often than not. <br />He thinks my nights aren’t lonely, <br />He thinks I have dates to keep myself busy. <br />He thinks I’m laughing because I’m happy. <br /> <br />He doesn’t know I’m hiding behind my make up, <br />He doesn’t know I’m laughing to please the crowd. <br />He doesn’t know my world falls apart as soon as it gets dark. <br />He doesn’t know my eyes don’t show what’s inside. <br />He doesn’t know I write love songs in the middle of the night. <br /> <br />He doesn't know i sing to the stars, <br />And sometimes whisper; <br />'If only I could be who you wanted all the time.'<br /><br />Lara W.A<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-doesn-t-know-2/
