Putting on that happy face
At least that's what I try
I know you think that's not the case.
I know you see right through it.
The frown is what you really see.
You can't get passed that my wrist is slit
You can't get passed it's me.
I'm screaming inside!
But look fine on the out.
Everynight I've cried.
That, I'm sure you know about.
I try to be cool, try to be calm.
I try to hide all of this.
But inside I seem to tick like a time bomb.
As I can't do much but reminisce.
I cry in my room
Late at night, all alone.
Having held it all in , all the hate, all the gloom.
And I know I medded up, like a spiralling cyclone.
It's over for me.
This cyclone of doom.
For I got help you see.
In this padded white room.
Kelly Wilson