Thoughts I think, washed upon the sea.
Each small breath, each sharp pain
Rough rocks wash away remains.
I stand, still. I shall remain

Smile. Don't show the pain.
Can't let them see, don't let them know.
I am happy...
I have to be happy.

I want to be loved, but I'm not allowed.
Keep smiling, but the cracks appear
Reflection is gone
I want to be me, I won't be.