Yes I...

Yes, I smile

To cover up the tears

That I want to cry out.

Yes, I lie 

To cover up the truth

That I am depressed.

Yes, I hide 

To cover up the cuts

That I dug into my skin.

Yes, I have

Done many things

That I am not proud of.

Yes, I am not perfect

So don’t act like

You understand me at all.