You sit in your room crying,
wondering why people don't see it.
Why people can't tell that it's all an act.
How insecure you really are,
the lack of confidence.
It's written all over your face.
You can't hide what it's doing to you.
But you're content with keeping your secrets,
because you think they're helping you.
You know it's hurting you,
but it's worth it.
You know not to tell anyone though,
they won't understand.
Hell,
you don't even understand.