No one sees the real me,

under the smile and all the laughter,

and the friendly conversation,

there's a cloak of sadness covering me,

depression stalking my every move,

never letting me go,

clawing into me like a wild cat after its prey,

scars cover my arms and legs,

reminding me of what I've done,

and who I've become.

I disguise them with makeup and sleeves,

just praying and hoping nobody sees,

questions are my biggest fear,

how do I answer questions I don't know the answers to,

that's why I put on the mask,

the mask of happiness,

if no one sees the pain no one knows,

and that's how it must go.