If I told you I was happy, would you believe me?
I mean, I smiled, didn't I?
But you didn't see the scars
Or the bruises...
The red, tear stained eyes
The ****** torn cuticles
The anxiety attacks
You didn't hear the thoughts
screaming in my head.
You didn't see the poetry,
Or the sadness etched in my soul.
But you believe me, right?
I'm happy.
Believe me.