I act like everything is fine.

I laugh at people's jokes.

I do silly things with my friends.

And I act like I have a carefree life.

It's funny though.

When I come back home,

I just turn off that mental switch,

Then suddenly I break down.

I feel alone,

Empty,

Tired,

I can't exactly describe how I feel into words.

It's like I have two different me's.

One for the public,

And one for myself.

Only if they knew.

Only if.