I'm the fakest person you will never meet.
Everyone sees what I chose to show them,
pranking around the room,
making everyone smile with my jokes.
If I speak any truth then its taken lightly.
Everyone ALWAYS tells me how “quirky” or “fun” I am.
But that's not me.
The real me talks to himself,
knowing that only I won't take it as a joke.
The real me walks around the house
reliving the times I spent with people and they actually listened.
The real me is dull, emotionless and empty.
The real me when alone, looks out of the window at night
looking at the streets below hoping something good soon happens to me,
hoping my reality changes soon.
I go outside and drench myself with rain
because i don't want anyone to see me cry.
I rejoice in the dark empty living room at 12 am
because I can feel without anyone seeing me feel.
I'm very alone because of my facade, nobody suspects I'm lonely.
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