They think I'm happy
But that's a lie
A whirl of emotions trapped inside
I have weak walls and when they're struck
Sometimes I shed a tear.
All alone, deep inside where no one can see
I'm considered an actor (at least in my mind)
where I'm forced to play happy for infinite time .
But when I lose grasp on my self-determined role
I'm considered uncaring.
Only a few can see past the deception
I've so carefully crafted with
an abundance of tears and illusions.
My soul screams to be free.
But never can it be.