I smile every day.
I laugh in every way.
People tell me that I’m always so happy.
But underneath it all,
I’m not happy at all.
I run away from my problems.
Don’t want to deal with the pain.
But it seems the more I run,
it drives me insane.
I wish somebody could help me,
but no one understands.
I can’t even help myself.
At least I think I can’t.
All the smiling faces, people holding hands.
I wonder if they could feel the same way,
I wonder if anybody can.
So can anybody help me.
Is anybody there.
I need someone to understand.
I can’t keep running off my troubles.
I need to become me again.