I smile, I laugh, I even sometimes dance. But no one knows the secrets I withhold. They don't know what lies beneath. The voices tell me I'm nothing. That I'm useless and better off dead. That no one loves me, this all goes on in my head. I'm not pretty or smart, is what they tell me. That everyone's lives would be better without me. But I still smile, I still laugh, I still even sometimes dance. I don't want anyone to know my pain. Hoping, praying, it will all go away.
