Child, Martyr, B***h

I fight back my shame,
as I keep it a secret,
I fight to keep sane
I hold back the memories,
clawing for my life
while everyone around me grieves
They wish I was normal,
complete and not depressed
I'm to much to handle,
I may as well be possessed
I'm three people at once
The child, the martyr the b***h
and no one who's around me
can figure out which is which
So i hide my pain,
Pretend that I'm ok,
and yet the hole inside me remains...