We all have problems

You think I want this?
You think I'm happy?
That I'm okay?
That I don't go home, clenched fists
Screaming an ever so painful silence
because why fight when you know you've lost?
That a storm doesn't rage when I pass a mirror?
That my laughter heals the scars?
Do you think it's easy?

We all have problems
and you don't know mine.