teenage mind

if only

I'm that girl that looks so happy. cracking jokes, smiling, having a great time and dying inside. I'm hurt and tired. tired of all the drama, tired of being not good enough, tired of life. but I don't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeker. so I keep it all inside. acts like everything's perfect, but cries at night. so everybody thinks I'm the happiest they know. that I don't have problems and my life is perfect. if only they knew the truth.