To my friends
I laugh a lot
I always smile
And grin
And grin some more.
I always joke around
And laugh at everything I see
I act
Happy.
Filled with joy
And all that
was to hide my sorrows. And to make them disappear.
It was a habit I couldn't stop.
When ever I said, "I'm going to act serious today."
When something bad happened to me I said, "I'll tell my friends. I'll cry." "I'll show them my inner."
But I always end up smiling and laughing. I just can't help but doing that. Not being serious.
Even when I tell a sad story or explain depression, I smile.
And maybe that was wrong.
Maybe I should've showed them my inner.
Maybe then my friends wouldn't know me as just a silly girl who laughs everyday.
Because friends,
I have what's called feelings too.
I have what's called dark past.
I have experienced death with family.
6 of them.
You might have never known.
The dark side of your friend.
That friend who giggled and laughed and smiled and leaned on you and always seemed happy.
I know what misery is!
I too have kept secrets from you all!
I......
I have feelings, okay?