They.

They
They never asked only assumed.
That those laughs and smiles  were what fabricated me . But it wasn't .
They thought because I masked confidence so well & that it thrived through me 
But it doesn't.
They  don't know that I can't look at myself in the mirror for to long because it breaks me to see what I truly am behind closed doors. 
They  don't know of the Countless nights of Crying until there was no tears left  They don't know that I don't feel beautiful .
They don't know I feel worthless .
They don't know that I try to find my confidence in opinions and compliments. 
They don't know because they never asked. 
And they always ask
To late.

 By Tionne Lewis