Pretending

I put my make up on.Concealing all my imperfections.I straighten my hair,Ironing out all the kinks.I put perfume on. Masking the bad.I put pretty clothes on,Hiding who I am.I smile big,Pretending to be happy.I laugh at jokes,That I don’t think are funny.I listen to music,That I don’t really like.I study hard,So people don’t say I’m dumb.I try my hardest,For everyone’s approval.I try my bestAt everything I do.But when I get home,I just can’t take it.I freak out,and everything just comes loose.I am stressed,
And unhappy,But no one really knows.I just wish things were better.I wish I didn’t have to grow up.I want to be young again,I want to be tough.I am not who I am,I am not who you see,I am someone who just wants to be.


*I hate to be like this. I hate not to be myself in front of people. I'm not going to be hurt anymore and i must always be strong. I always try to makes people happy, but Im not happy at all with my life. No one know what i felt just now. Everything's was like nightmare. Once i close my eyes, i wish i could not open it. Because when i open my eyes, all the sweet dream gone and hard to come back. I wish i can be like other teenagers :(. I want my freedom, I really need it.