When you look at me all you see is a great pretender.
As if you could know my personal hell.
To grow up way too fast and now be tired of living the hardships of life.
Cry when no one is watching and allow a shattered heart to be crushed some more.
To have a dream that can never be because there is no hope that I’m good enough.
Pretend that everything is fine when on the inside all I want to do is reach out and have someone to hold me tight and never let go.
Go day by day and laugh and smile at the right times.
Try to be a normal person but know how fragile I am.
How easily broken I can be with one push.
I’m spinning out of control and no one can see.
It feels like I’m all alone and all the smiles that friends give are all a million miles away.
There is not a day that goes by that I wish that the bad things that shaped me never happened.
No one gets to see the real me, just a damn good pretender.