Behind The Bathroom Door

Behind The Bathroom Door,
All my emotions come up,
They all somehow turned into food.

Behind My Sweet Face,
I'm hiding Pain,
It's building up inside.

Behind My Outgoing personality,
There's nothing really their,
I'm just hiding what I really Feel.

Behind my eyes inside my head,
A lot is going on.
Too Much To Say Aloud.

Behind everything outside of me,
I feel the need to be perfect,
I feel I need to be like everyone else.

Now I know it's presure,
Now I know it's not worth the try,
Now I Know how to controll my emotions,
Even what's inside.