Another day has passed,
as I lay here in bed.
Thinking of all that happened,
repeatedly through my head.
I wonder do I hide it well,
not leaving a trace.
For when I leave my home,
Beautiful smiles cover my face.
They all act as though they love me,
my so called friends gather around.
I'm the life of the party,
While I'm down town.
Yet when I return home,
all my smiles disappear.
It all comes rushing back to me,
everything that I fear.
So I lay back drift,
drift away in my sorrow.
Reason with today,
and dream of tomorrow.
