As you turn to leave,
Leaving me in my misery.
I think about your life,
So wild and free.
While I am stuck,
Filled with sadness and lonesome.
I envy you.
Sure we both have troubles,
But you have people who will help you.
They can't help me,
For they don't know how.
So here I sit in my hidden pain.
Sometimes you see behind my mask,
While other times you just see the happy face.
I have figured that I can get through it on my own,
But I don't know if what I think is true.
So as you turn to leave,
I smile like everything is OK.
(Author's Note: This is how I feel most of the time. Most
not all.)