Cold...
Saddened...
Depressed...
The words that describe me, in my most opinion
The smile sets them apart
So does the actions
Happyness..
Joy...
Smiling..
They cover up the real me
The dark me
The me you will hopefully never meet
Where sun does not shine
To where no smile is cough
Underneath my smile is the real actions
But don't ask me how I am, b/c i'll just say i'm ok
But i lie, i lie alot about my emotions
When i smile i am most likely wanting to cry
When i walk high and mighty, i actualy feel that the world is pushing me lower
When i laugh i feel as if i want to die
Don't ask though if im alright, because i will lie
I would write more, if it was that i felt happy enough to even do so..