Behind the smile, there is a relentless flow of self-destructive thoughts
Behind the eyes, there is a craving to be effortlessly understood
Behind the nervous laugh, there is a longing to be completely myself
Behind the downwards stare, there is a painful past, ready to renew fear
Who I am… it is rarely expressed outwardly. So much is hidden, burning; wanting to be released… so much is masked by pain from years of keeping a true self out of view.
Every day, I say things I don’t feel
Every day, I act to pursue approval
Every day, I want to stop