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Submitted:Jan 27, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

That smiling face you see, hides the truth. On the

outside I might seem happy, but if you could see

what's inside me, it would horrify you. I mask

the pain, the misery, the fear, but really,

I feel all of them.

Every emotion I hide from the world is locked up

inside me, so no one knows they exist. Only when

no one's looking do I let the real me out. Some nights

I just let all the pain and sorrow go, passing out of me

through my tears.

I see happy faces everywhere, but I wonder how

many are like me. How many of those smiles

aren't real? How many know what I'm feeling?

Perhaps few, perhaps many, I don't know, but I

long as I keep this smile on my face, the

real me can hide inside.


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