I'm sure it shows sometimes,
This pain,
This sadness.
Shows on my face, plain for all to see.
Sometimes they ask,
They actually care about me
And wonder what is wrong.
I am glad they care, I love them for it,
But I never tell them the truth.
I alwyas lie and say I'm fine,
Out up my barriers, my mask,
And hide beneath my fake smile.
I just don't want to burden them
With my troubles, my sadness.
I'd rather they thought I was alright
Than had to worry about me.
I will fight this myself,
As I always have done,
As I always will do.
Its easier that way.
Maybe not for me,
But for them.
I love them too much to let them know.
