Lol this one's really old

Truth is all of us have problems, some of us are better than others at hiding it
Truth is all of us have hearts, so claiming to be heartless is a truthless statement

Truth is half the time when I say I'm fine and smile and wave I'm crying inside because a lot of my problems I have to bury in a shallow grave
    
Truth is this isn't really a poem, it's more of a confessional note I'm simply writing my sins and pain on a page because I can't really speak them without flying into a saddened rage