A Book

I'm crying so hard and nobody will find me,
I'm still here but the real me, nobody will see...

A smile shed on the outside,
Resembles all the tears that I've cried...

And every laugh that you hear,
Resembles a scream that i fear...

Every "I'm OK" that is ever said,
Resembles a prison going on inside my head...

The outside is the cover to a horror story,
It hides the struggle, pain and not yet discovered glory...

The pages inside are varied greatly among the numbers,
Filled with scars, laughs, tears, and wonders...

A prison, a heaven, a hell, a life...
When everything goes wrong and nothing plays out right...

A disturbing game that will never come to an end,
The devil seems to be your best friend...

It's a story that young eyes cannot see,
And the older ones you don't want them to believe...

That you're not as strong as the cover is made to be,
That you're not actually happy...

That the pages inside are torn and worn away,
The cover makes people to believe that the inside is OK...

So next time you give me a smile-reply-back look,
I hope you know I'm an undiscovered, ready to make you shake, book...