I wish that they could see,
See the pain inside of me.
All the sorrow,
And all the worry.
All the angst,
And all the strife.
All the fears I kept inside,
All the tears I ever cried...

I smile, I laugh,
I joke about crap.
I hide my true self.
It's yet to be seen by anyone else.

And for what?
What is the purpose?!
Why do I do these things!

Why?
Why...

As I part with these words,
Please answer me this.
If I were to die alone,
Would I be missed?