The Other Me

I feel like I'm alone,
the cat's got my tongue
and I'm afraid,
'cause I have no where to run.

So I strare at the walls,
and hope for the best.
Maybe the sadness will end,
and I'll just rest.

But the clocks keep ticking,
my thoughts are scattered.
I wonder now
if what I feel matters.

'Cause my smiles don't explain,
what I feel inside.
and my laughter only masks,
what I'm afraid to confide.

If I could possibly make it clear,
would it be my downfall, my victory?
If you could truly read my eyes,
how would you react to the other me?