I have a mask on my face. I wear it everywhere I go.
People are fooled by my mask.
"I wish I could be happy just like you! You're always so happy!"
I reply back with nothing. They don't know that I'm fake happy.
Everywhere I see are rose colored people. With their significant others, doing something like, with their pets, eating something they like...
I can tell what's real and fake on their faces. But they don't recognize what's real and fake with mine. I know what everyone wants me to be. My teachers, my friends, my family, strangers...
That's why I have a mask. Because of them.
One day, I finally had enough of being fake happy.
I took off my mask and threw it down on the ground. I watched my mask shatter into pieces.
I ain't gonna smile if I want to.
We all can't be rose-colored too.
When I smile, it will be real. Then they will see that the happiness I have is really real.
After I cry just a little longer. Who knows what will happen?