Quatrain

I put the smile on my face
and pretend that I'm okay
then i face this horrible place
each and every deceitful day.

no one knows what is on my mind
or what i really feel
i keep it hidden all the time
or else they would kill.

i put a mask upon me
and you see what i show
this is the way it has to be
you'll never really know.

i am not happy at all
i just want to die
but i just curl up in a ball
lay there and just cry.

i cut myself at night
and i slowly start to smile
for a split second i see the light
but it fades after a while

this is a routine i do
all the flippin time
no one can know, now even you
what is on my mind.