The smile put on my face,
Maybe it's a lie
Maybe it's a mask,
So that no one sees me cry
When I said that I was fine,
That was a lie too
I didn't want them to know,
What in myself was true
I was oil and water,
My two sides definite
But now I'm confused,
I don't know what's wrong and right
If I tell them, all they'll say,
Is that I need professional help
Thank you for that advice,
But you just don't want me to yelp
People think I'll kill myself,
But will it be much better, down in Hell?
I guess I'll wait
For that day
When I am free
To make my own way
