The Real Me.

Willem Bernardus Tijssen

The pain is crying in my heart.
It is hearting me more day by day.
No one is reaching an helping hand.
I find myself alone and far away.

There seems to be no other way;
No other way to change my life.
Only by words I desperately say;
' How will I be able to survive?'

This isn't my old life anymore.
Nothing seems to fit in its right place.
It was the place where also you belong.
I never forget your beautiful face.

Will I remain the fighter,
Who is unable to stay out of the rain?
Will there always be those clouds of deception,
Which will fill my heart with this bitter pain?

I keep smiling every day
With your image in my mind.
No one sees the really me.
The person who sticks behind.