Secretive

All my thoughts stay bundled up,
Never to be told,
Always scared of something,
What would my future hold,
Every morning when I wake,
I’m crying deep inside,
But still I put on my fake smile,
And go off to see the world,
You would never guess that deep inside,
I want to die,
I get all A’s,
I’m in the band,
I seem to be a success,
But I know,
That none of it is worth it,
I listen to you day after day,
As you bring down others,
I follow your lead,
For fear of being shunned,
I watch you take hours on your hair,
And do your make up every day,
But me of course,
I’m just me,
Nothing false but my smile,
And for all you know,
With your blond hair,
And your popularity,
I could be dead,
And you would never know it.

 
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