1.1 Secrets (Self-poem)

So am I,

alone

Crowned with thorns

Of sadness and despair

Shielding my misery

A lie it may seem

I am a liar,

Concealing my unhappiness with happiness

Many think of me as a

Happy, joyous person,

thus leading me to forget who I really am

Can you see the pain beneath my smile,

as I conjure up a grin?

Can you see the real me,

the nights of frustration,

the hours of crying,

The tears run down my face?

I am a liar,

Concealing my unhappiness with happiness