The world around me is happy and at play,
But behind these walls this worlds an empty gray.
My fear, the two worlds slowly beginning to collide,
and no matter how hard I try there will be no place to hide.
It's not too hard to live a secret life,
The hard part is not letting anyone know
the truth about your pain and strife.
I wake up every morning and paint on my smiles,
But behind all the make-up there's a life of hated trials.
I didn't always used to be like this,
At one point I believe I had a sense of happiness and my moments of bliss
But I haven't experienced those few moments in quite sometime
and it's something I dearly miss.
