Metamorphasize

Insides*

I used to be happy,

But now I hide my feelings.

I always bottle it up,

But I never thought I'd feeling this way.

I once believed if I smiled, I'd be happy,

But now I know it can never be true.

If I could be happy again,

I wouldn't feel alone.

I never show my tears, But I might burst at any moment.

I can't control my anguish,

But I can control who knows about it.

I won't share the darkness, consuming me

(It infects me little by little)

But I might one day shrivel up.

I used to be happy,

But now I'm numb.

And that's the worst feeling of all.