I'm skilled at hiding what's not right,
Wearing a smile, concealing my fight.
Though they say confide in a friend's care,
"What ifs" haunt me, it's tough to share.
What if they don't want to know my strife,
Or think it's silly, a waste of life?
Judgment and time, these fears persist,
So, I remain a good liar, in this I exist.
