Pretending

I can feel it, crawling beneath my skin
Anger, hatred and pain
The sadness that fills my heart, drowns me
And yet, I go on
Pretending to be happy
Pretending to be something I’m not
Why must I feel this way?
Why can’t I be what I want?
There is so much about me that they don’t know
That they will never know
Because I’ll keep on,
Pretending to be happy
Pretending to be something I’m not.