• I'm always happy when people see me.
    I always make new friends.
    But only they see the happiness and childish actions
    You don't see my pain and suffering inside me.
    I'm seen as a happy person all day and never alone.
    I like my mask of happiness and joy
    So people around me don't have to worry about me.
    Every time someone makes a rude comment
    It my mask just smiles and doesn't break it
    But on the inside
    I cry
    I feel that I am not worthy to have friends
    because they soon forget me
    they have better friends
    they have better times with their friends
    Making better memories
    When I'm not around people
    and look back at all my memories with my friends
    I cry, my heart aches in sorrow
    I am now truly alone.
    No one is there for me now.
    I look around though my tears
    I looked around for someone to hug
    someone that will love me.
    No one is there anymore.
    It was meant to be.
    My loneliness.