Who am I?

People look at me and only see my bright smile. They think about how happiness seems to follow me, how I seem to give happiness all around me.

Who am I?

I've heard my heart breaking way too many times. I can physically feel my heart breaking but hey, my smile is still there standing for you.

Who am I?

I see myself in mirrors. I know I smile, probably the biggest smiles since so long. But am I really happy, or am I fooling everyone.. Even myself?

Who am I?

I see a shadow of me laughing. I struggle to keep the tears inside. The side of me people know is my shadow. Don't they see my eyes watering every damn night?

Who am I?

Some days come where I struggle to talk, even to my best friends. Faces... People... That scares me. Who are they? Are they all fake comedy in a world of poetry?

Who am I?

I heard you say that you loved me. But who do you love? Do I show you the real me? The surface of me that people appreciate.. Is it even me?

Who am I?

I looked at the girl in the mirror and saw hurt in her eyes. Tearing up, shaking, falling down to pieces, what else can she support before crashing down?

Who am I?

It feels like the heart in rock I used to have melted and fell in pieces.

But who am I...