The pain, the pressure, the hurt, the anger, the sadness, the despair. The things people don't see that I hide so well, under my mask and fake smile some of my friends don't even notice, I guess I blend in so well with the other misfits, I worry about their problems and bottle up mine. Then my best friends sees me and know I have that mask and fake smile. People say best friends know everything, but they only know so little, is how they know so much. They know when I am about to cry. But they're the one's that see my pain, my hurt, my anger, my sadness and despair.
