If I’m such an open book
If I’m oh so easy to read
Then how come no one questions
The internal tears I bleed?
How come no one notices 
The perpetual misery that I feel
It hurts so much, so deep
Don’t tell me that it’s not real
I’m a book with many pages
But pages of pain and distress
Pages composed of many scars
Just hidden by false happiness
The despondency exists
It’s just not written on the facade
The smiles hide the story-
A lonely masquerade

10/19/2010 2:33am