I could stand on the world's top.
Maybe even show everyone that I'm the best.
Tho that would be impossible.
Let's face it, I'm just a mess.
Why is everything so hard to deal with?
I will say that I'm just stressed.
Covering the truth with a layer of lies.
Honestly, I'm just so freaking depressed.
I will laugh for a short while.
Maybe smile for a minute or two.
I will fake my happiness, pretend that I'm alright.
At least until I can't take it anymore.
You wouldn't worry if I sad "I'm fine".
It's easy to fool you, that's for sure.
But if you ever traveled through my mind.
A broken soul is what you will find.
