Others think I'm strong.
Others think I'm happy all year long.
The truth is hard to spill
As it is what keeps me with good will.
Sometimes I wonder if I can trust a person
When they are kind and honest to me
But it is hard
As I keep a dense fence in my yard.
The smiling mask I hold in front of me
Is an illusion to how I really feel at times.
This face of a clown is glued to mines
I hope one day I will have the courage like the lion to speak up
And continue with my life and not be corrupt.