If i could cry,
I would,
But do you see me crying,
No you don't.
I keep the pain inside,
and no one can see it,
not even the people who love me.
I have this mask.
That everyone sees,
but no one knows about.
This mask makes me look happy,
and full of life.
But when I come home,
the mask comes off,
and I hide in my room,
thinking about my life,
and how I could use that knife.
Thinking of the knife gives me a shock,
Its not me,
but then again it might be me,
because no one knows me,
I don't even know myself.
If i could,
I would change,
I would become the mask I put on every day.
