I hid myself from people.
Not a lot know this.
The true me has never been shown.
For I will be looked down upon.
Fear and lies still surrounds.
Completing their ever elusive forms.
How I wish I could take this all away.
But it keeps coming back.
My frowns shows an 8.
But I feel a 20.
What people see, I can only shake my head.
For they have no idea.
When I keep quiet, don't ask me if I'm ok.
You know I'm not.
I worry too much.
But people don't see.
Don't ask me why I'm doing this.

Tears don't just fall for no reason.