Fake.

I show my fake
ugly little smile.
But my hands shake
fearful, like they have for a while.

I mask what I'm feeling
to please my peers.
But loss of my well-being
is one of my greatest fears.

I wish I had something
to be proud of for myself.
But I've got nothing
besides some paintings on the shelf.

I feel like a passer by
you see me and thats all.
But maybe more than just, "Hi"
could make my awful mask fall.


-rachelleeashlee<3.

--BTW. Ten weeks and Four days cut free.--