Faking all the smiles.

Laughing through it all.

You think you are entitled,

To all the joy in the world.

When the laughs subside

And the quiet takes over,

That's when you realize

That the show's over.

Putting up a show,

For every day of the week.

Deep inside; only you know

You're hiding that you're weak.

It's not weak to be sad

Or to be angry or with spite.

But it's also not that bad

To give up once in a while.

When you give up and cry

All your tears away,

That's when you'll defy

the world, and find your own way.

- Izzie