My True Self

I'm working hard to shape myself
into a beautiful woman who is loved
for her smile.

Happiness never-ending, that's what
I want to be seen as because I
couldn't bare through knowing another
feels the sorrow I feel.

Loneliness raises it's ugly head as
the sunlight illuminate sharp teeth
ready to devour me.

I'm scared, there is no one here special
to hold me as I cry and mourn my life
for being so empty.

Would I be missed, even though no one
knows who I truly am?

I try hard, looking into the mirror,
wanting to find who I really am, but
all I can see is that smile I have glued
onto my lips.

Onto my face.

Would I be missed if I disappeared or
would my True Self finally be happy to
be freed of this fake shell?

I wonder...