I act like everything is fine.
I do silly things with my friends and i act like i have a care free life.
Its funny though.
When i come back home.
I just turn of that mental switch.
Then suddenly i break down.
I feel alone, empty, tired.
I cant exactly describe how i feel into words.
Its like i have 2 different mes. one for the public, and one for myself.
Only if they knew.
Only if

I hate that feeling that no one understands.
Like ok its not my fault im in a group home I didnt ask for this.
Its not my fault that my parents gave up on me.
I didnt want to turn out this way but i did.
And thats ok because it mad me strong.