Hidden Away

Smiling because it's easier,
but it hurts to hid everything.
Telling them you've been sleepier,
they can't tell the difference between the real thing.

But can you really blame them?
They don't know the struggle,
the attempts to reach an equilibrium,
your world in a crumble.

Hiding everything just makes sense,
it really does.
It saves the pain from being too immense,
but then again, pain is all there ever was.

So I hide behind the walls I've built,
hoping no one ever finds me.
But my heart is beginning to wilt,
and people may see,
that as soon as i begin to open,
all I am is broken.