To look at me, you wouldn't see
the person I am underneath.
Always happy, always smiling
on the inside, always crying
"You're looking for attention." "It's just a bad day."
At least, that's what they always say.
I go unnoticed, slipping by
while on some days, inside, I die.
Behind this mask, I always hide
so they won't see how I feel Inside.
"All you ever do is whine."
"You're problems aren't as important as mine."
To life the veil could be the end.
The only thing I can do is pretend.
They wouldn't care if I let them know,
if I were to ever let it show.
Who I am is not the person I seem;
on the inside, you can't hear me scream.