I am tired of having to use make-up
Carefully blending the perfect shade
Painting on a smile
As I bite my lip to ride through the pain
I am tired of having to make up excuses
The doctors do not believe me, anyway
Tired of having to lie when anyone asks "Hey, are you okay?"

I am tired of having to suffer in silence
Tired of broken ribs, fractured collarbones and bruised skin
Tired of crying myself to sleep
Tired of feeling so anguished that all I can do is weep

Tired of being the victim
Tired of being with you
Tired of your cliche words as I walk out of the door

You drag me back and slam the door shut
Yet I stand my ground as we begin to brawl
No matter what happens next, all I know is that I was not made to crawl