I’m tired of trying,
when it’s never enough.
It’s starting to get hard,
acting like I’m tough.
I hide my tears,
with a fake smile.
It seems like lately,
fake has been my style.
I fake every laugh,
that comes out of me.
But nobody knows,
how much I hurt you see.
Because even my actions,
they are fake.
I’m happy on the outside,
but inside I ache.
I feel so lonely,
on the inside.
I couldn't count,
all the times I've cried.
I've cried about this,
and I've cried about that.
I've cried about words,
that have been spat.
But the number one thing,
I have really cried about.
Is how fake I have to be,
inside and out.

I like to write, but it's not always good. I write to keep my mind off the catastrophes in the world, and to keep my depression from showing. But I enjoy sharing my thoughts with people. Hope you like them all.

Last updated February 23, 2015