Poetic Flair

Was it my fault I'm so good on pretending?

I want to kept everything that hurt me inside
but one day, i just refused to hide,
i know, i need to let out my heart's cries
maybe, she will understand this time;
sunday morning, she asked the usual,
i just really need someone to care, to ask:
"how was your weekend?"
confused on where to start, i smiled,
but when i was about to tell i'm not fine —
"i know what you're going to answer,"
she already assumed that i'm okay
i didn't correct her that i'm in pain
she's used seeing me being the happy one
i silently wished she knew i'm also a human
and from time to time, i was feeling down,
why can't she see all i want to do is frown?

Date: 050618, 13:42