He remembers how happy he used to be, and the thought makes him sick.

He looks at the pictures, and wishes he still had his sidekick.

Maybe people would like him if he would just give in and fake smiles.

Maybe that's why he turned to pain, there was no relief for miles.

He becomes completely absorbed by the truth, when he cannot get through the days.

His father says, “It's only a phase.”

So he lifts his chin and pretends he's happy, when no one knows it's the third time he's cried today.

Anger fills his heart when he see's children smiling, thinking to himself, “ I don't care what they say.”

He is disgusted by the way he thinks, smiling as someone cries while their dream sinks.

Deep down right into his soul, stab deep down like pins deep inside him.

He's always though of happiness, but he'd never have enough hope.

He thinks to himself, “ Well okay. During the day i'll smile, because when no one's looking, I'll be me.”