Some days I find myself trying to be happy by pretending to be.
I sit there and laugh,
Hide behind my fake smile.
No one will ever know.
I'm in a daze, staring off into space.
Too much lurks in my mind.
The tears build up,
But I hold them in. In fear that someone will sense my unhappiness,
and they will disapprove.
Sympathy, I can live without.
I live my life in the future.
My superstitious ways give me hope.
~Maybe if i wish on that star tonight
my wishes will finally come true~
My peace of mind comes when I sleep.
***I wish I could sleep forever***
But just as the rest,
That wish wont be granted.
So I will continue my life in artificial happiness.
