The Face.


Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.

Not many people even know the real me.

They know me as the happy, always smiling self.

They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.

My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,

I'm ready to scream or cry.

It's hard.

Only one person, including me, knows my real self.

If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.

They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.


Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.