I want to believe that I’m happy.
I want to blend in,
not stick out,
not judged,
but loved.
I convinced everyone
of my thoughtful disguise,
of my pretending lies,
of the person I wish I was.
but here I am,
unable to hide from myself.
the truth unknown to all
but it haunts me.
Oh, to be good enough
without having to lie.
what a dream life
that would be..