A fake smile, among a happy crowd.
Another day, of pretending,
Another day, of hoping
Another day, of sorrow.

A furrowed brow, amongst family.
Another evening, of yelling,
Another evening, of anger
Another evening, of agony.

A tear stained face, in the darkness of a closed room.
Another night, of anxiety,
Another night, of doubting
Another night, of hurting.

It’s hard sometimes, to see who a person really is.
To understand there pain and story with open arms.
Sometimes the role model student is the one who is
suicidal,
Sometimes the shy kids are the most outgoing if you get to
know them.

Sometimes people can surprise you.
Because nobody really knows what’s,
Behind the scenes.