Some say it’s a power.
Some wish that they could just disappear.
Me, I don’t have to try.
I am not seen,
I feel like I am screaming but no one can hear
I fake a smile so no one can sense my fear
The real me inside is drowning, gasping for air
While I act like I’m alright, like my problems aren’t there
No one sees the real me,
Even though I always wonder how it would be
What they would say if I washed away,
All of the fake that all of them see