Theyll never know. They dont see me for who i am. They see the version of me that they want to see Smiling and happy Laughing and bubbly Sometimes it makes me sick. But despite it all I go back to them everyday With the same old mask plastered on my face And pretend im happy. I do it for them. I do it for everyone. They dont need to see the real me, because They might leave if they did.
This is my first poem, so... enjoy i guess? Iยดm still learning how this site works.