I want to believe that I’m happy.

I want to blend in,
not stick out,
not judged,
but loved.

I convinced everyone
of my thoughtful disguise,
of my pretending lies,
of the person I wish I was.

but here I am,
unable to hide from myself.
the truth unknown to all
but it haunts me.

Oh, to be good enough
without having to lie.
what a dream life
that would be..