You see my smile,
you hear my laughter,
and you see my general glow
of happiness that is fake.
Because on the inside
there's my frown
that you don't see,
there's my cry for help
that you don't hear,
and there's my general glow
of darkness that is true,
but no one knows.

No one knows
what goes through my mind
when i smile on the outside.

No one one knows
how I actually feel,
or how depressed
I really am.

No one knows
the real me, inside,
but knows the outside me.

NO. ONE. KNOWS.