Walking in the hallway with a stack of books

Late night studying the art of deception 

With a GPA so high, who can find a fault

In the girl with depression hidden so well.

Smiling so bright, not a trace of last night's tears are present.

How did I come to be this way?

I could continue to blame my family 

but they're not responsible for this loneliness eating me alive. 

Eyes closed, I summon the imagine of an impossible future

The future which I work so hard for.

How can I keep calling myself smart?

Everything I do crumbles.

Last summer, I stood in the sideline of my life

Watching everything I've worked for going down the drain.

My parents think I'm rejecting them,

My brother thinks I don't love him,

My aunt thinks I'm living the thug life.

While I pretend to keep my head high

to work on a future I can no longer reach. 

Now, I'm settling to play a game on a dark screen

with a broken controller.