Masked

They don't see it.
The face I put on.
Being polite is all it is.

"I'm having so much fun!"
"I haven't laughed like this in forever!"
"I'm just so happy!"

They're all lies.
But,

"I want to leave."
"I cry myself to sleep every night."
"I wish I were dead."

Don't make for good conversation pieces;
Do they?

I want happiness,
I want help,
I want a future that's not full of depression.
One not full of fake smiles.
But I just can't do it on my own.

This smile, is a fake diamond.
Pretty, convincing, an illusion.
If someone took the time to check, they would see through the illusion.
The would see through the happiness.

Masked,
What a perfect way to describe me.

-Z
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A good friend of mine helped me write this, he gave me advice on how to structure it and how to end it and I'm so much happier with how it turned out.