This Mask I Wear

Pretending life is okay so people leave me alone.

I've gotten so good at pretending I'm okay
most people can't notice when I'm in pain.
No one can tell when I wanna scream or cry,
oblivious to the fact that I'm dying inside.
This mask that I don, it serves me well;
to the world I seem happy,
while I'm living through hell.
People tend to see just what they want to see
for behind this mask, I hide the truth that is me.