I played this game and tried to pretend,
That the feelings of hate had decided to end.
I was desperate to free myself from the mould,
Of the depressive girl left out in the cold.
Although I'm not proud, I put my head in the air,
Held it up high and showed a smile, not a glare.
Everyone around me quickly started to say:
"Oh my God, your depression has gone away."
I nodded and smiled, kept the truth here inside,
Told them I was fine. I'm ashamed that I lied.
They all believed it, they truly were pleased,
And their happiness changed me, my silent tears ceased.
I was faking, but suddenly it turned so real,
My pain disappeared the wounds began to heal,
And I found out something, on which I can rely:
Because I saw the truth, and I became my own lie.
sorry if you don't get it it makes so much sense to me
