Do parents really think by yelling,
Our depression is cured?
Do our friends seriously think
We’re doing well?
Does society really have to say,
Grow a pair when we allow ourselves
To feel?

She cries and cries to let him know
That inside the world there is hope
But nothing seems to stop him,
From jumping off.

A perfectly cut smile from ear to ear,
Laughs echoing down the hall quite clear.
Her eyes are filled with fake sincerity.
All this to hide her deepest insecurities.
She wears a mask to protect herself
Because behind, that perfect smile is gone
And those eyes look completely lost.