When I'm around others,
I act normal.
I act happy.
I act energetic.

When I'm alone,
My smile fades,
My energy has been diminished,
The last of my strength gone.

When I'm around others,
I act perfect,
and they never take a second look.

When I'm alone,
I pick up my shattered heart,
the one that ached for so long.

Even with my head held up high,
I walk feeling like a cut that never healed.
I'm truly bleeding out,
and I can't fight this inevitable pain.

In the end, I'm the same.
I can't keep this act up for much longer.
In the end, is it all worth it?