FAKE

Every morning I wake up,
get dressed....my fake smile,my fake laugh
my"I am really OK attitude".
I have to fake being all right,
not hating my life.

I get home exhausted,
they do not understand,
I do not speak because I am so warn out.
the pain i feel runs down my cheeks,
it smudges my base,
that also fake.

if the real me came out to play,
most people would run away.
the hurt i feel I cannot describe,
it is eating me alive.
i do not have a hero nor do I have happiness,
all I have is my poetry....
the only thing not fake,
my words are my soul!!!