Suicidal

"Perfect" life?

People say my life is perfect.
People think I have my life together.
People say I'm pretty that I get all the boys.
People think I'm always happy because I fake a smile.
People don't think I'm suffering.
I'm not pretty, I get the guys because they feel sorry for me, and i'm always faking a smile because I don't want nobody to notice I'm suffering.
They're wrong.
I don't have a "perfect" life.
I suffer alone.