It's hard to try and be patient. It's hard to try and look good for class, but I'd rather get to sleep in. It's hard for my heart to be in two cities. It's hard to plaster a smile on my face, even when I am struggling to even get out of bed in the morning.
I have bags under my eyes, but you can't tell what they're from. Have I been crying? Or am I just exhausted? No one has to know I guess. Or just doesn't care.
It's hard to be so calm and confident, when inside you're screaming. Everyone is yelling at you.