Internal Misery

I wake up in the morning,
Ready for the day ahead.
Inside I'm screaming, shouting, crying,
I'd rather just stay in bed.

I put on my happy face,
And pop another pill.
Hopefully the pain will be replaced,
Or at least stand at a still.

"You’re too beautiful to be depressed",
"Don't worry it's just a phase".
Your comments are all just like the rest,
And I'm the one who pays.

I smile when I'd rather cry,
I laugh when really I'm sad.
Inside my head I don't know why,
These feelings make me feel so bad.

I want to get it all out,
But I'm so much better at hiding.
If people knew what I'm really about,
My world would start unwinding.

So I'll go on another day quite aptly,
Pushing the pain away.
Someday I really will be happy,
But I guess it's not today.