Am I really that great in pretending and showing off to the world that I am happy. If only you knew that I was once dying inside and just beginning to pick myself up. I am screwed up inside in ways no one even thought possible.
And then it hit me, I was THAT alone, no one really knows how I feel, no one knows how it is to be me, and no one knows how much I have to psyche myself to appear as strong and happy in the world.
Maybe, I really don't have a friend and everyone are just people who I happen to get to hang-out with every so often but no one really knows ME.
No comments:
Post a Comment