tears

I have never liked to cry in front of people, I hated showing weakness..

When I was younger that didn't seem to be a problem at all.

When you are happy you don't have to worry about other's seeing you cry.

Because you don't cry. Now, this is a struggle for me.

So far, I seem happy, I look like I have everything figured out.

When I am the opposite, I am broken, torn, and dead inside.

But I still don't cry though, I keep my mask up, hiding any true feelings.

I wear a smile while I am frowning inside, hiding all the pain from them.

They think that they know me so well, I am clearly open like a book.

They couldn't be more wrong, they haven't even read the first page of me.

Because behind closed doors, in my bedroom, the bathroom, whenever I am alone.

My weaknesses come out to play and there I am with tears streaming down my face.

I lose the mask and look in the mirror, wondering how I got to this point.

From an adorable, pure, happy child to a hideous, scarred, depressed teenager.