It's funny how no one
not a single person
knows who I really am
no one knows the sleepless nights
I have to go through because
my mind won't just shut up
no one knows how numb I am to emotion
because I fake it so well
no one knows who is on my mind
twenty-four seven, seven days a week
no one has met the real me
and I'm afraid that they will
sometime soon
because it's getting too exhausting