I am not who they say that I am

I am not

The smart girl who is always happy.

It is not rrue that nothing brings me down.

I seem happy because I let everything out into my pillow.

My bed is a safe haven for all negative emotions

I scream at the top of my lungs and no one can haer a sound.

I may seem like the perfect girl with the perfect life in her perfect world

But in reality my wolrd is raindrops made of tears that fall every night once my head hits the pillow.

The sky is covered in clouds and I am alone.

Alone surrounded by an endless sea of people

That is the worst feeling.

You never know what is going on inside someone's head.

In my head.

In my stupid, stupid head.

I am not happy.

No one is.

But I won't let them know that.