Everyone’s hiding
A dreadful past
A broken self
Behind a smile
Behind a wall

Everyone’s pretending
To be fine
To be happy
To be normal
And that they're not
Dying
Screaming
Begging
Inside

Everyone
Cries
Everyone
Goes insane
Everyone
Gets sad
Everyone
Has overloads
Everyone
Is in some way
Alone

Some
May just be wishful thinking

All these words
Sound so cliché
Ironically
When normal is pretty much
The exact opposite
It makes me wonder
What's the point
Of all this
And yet again
We just
Can't
Stop

No matter
What

One moment
Bursting with words
The next
A blank mind

No biggie
I'm just another one

Who writes sad poems
Who complains
Who rages
Who cries
Who buries everything
Inside
Who hides
Behind a false front
Who has a dark side
Who has monsters they can't
Control
Who has dark secrets
Who has attitude problems
Who has many sides
Who gets jealous
Who watches silently
Or not so quietly
Who messes up
Who isn't punctual
Who claims to keep their word
But someway or another
Breaks them
Even if only for
A while

Oh isn't everybody
This is getting so
Cliché

So don't mind me
I'm just another one