It's astounding to me how you believe my act,
Everything on the outside seems perfectly in tact,
But the insides different, its all a mess,
My happiness is a fallen success,
I laugh and smile like nothing is wrong,
But with content people I don't belong.
No one knows my amount of pain,
And clueless, I pray that they remain,
I can't let anyone know how I feel,
Writing is my way to reveal
I tell myself it's all a phase,
Hoping my depression will last for just a few days.
Keeping my blinds shut and my door closed
Is how I refrain from being exposed.
I don't know how long I can keep up this role,
As the happy girl: mind body and soul,
Eventually I will break down,
My surroundings will become a ghost town.
