These Days

Today is just one more day,
That I have to deal with my curse.
It just feels like,
Everyone has seen me at my worst.

I get up out of bed,
Ready to face the day.
Already wondering,
If anyone will even hear what I have to say.

Why doI feel like this?
I'm so sick of always trying.
To convince everyone I'm happy,
When I spend my nights crying.

Tomorrow is a new day,
Hopefully it will be better than the rest.
Guess I just have to suck it up,
And do my very best.