Masked

My lifes a hell,
but no one can tell,
I have perfected the move of covering my pain,
with a smile and a laugh,
every one beileves I'm happy,
but deep inside,
my laughs are cries,
and my smiles are tears,
My arms are covered with a coat and everyone asks are you cold?
I nod my head weakly and walk away thinking,
yeah im cold on the inside,
my sleeves cover the scars as do my jeans,
no one knows what i hide as i think of suicide,
my eyes are burning and dry
with the tears of hate,
As i lay my head down again,
To awake to another day of pain