You put on a happy face, but when I look inside, it's empty.

Those sweet, sugar-coated words you say, all lies.

You make it seem as if your gaze is, innocent, pitiful, pure goodness.

At the end of the day, it's all just a cheap mask you'd wear to hide your envy, hatred, and plain bitterness.

You have droplets of water running down the sides of your face,

But when I look inside, it's hollow.

So I turn around and face the other way,

And pray that the awful person in the glass wall won't follow my days.

A/N: First poem yeah, sounds ridiclous yep, and I certainly agree we should all laugh at me now. Thanks for reading by the way.