It was only yesterday I've seen myself the prettiest when I'm smiling widely. It was only yesterday I vowed to be the happiest among the crowd. But it only takes a yesterday to get tired of being me.

Why are you hurting me? What makes you mad at me? I always though that being a pretender is the easiest thing to do until it become the hardest. 

Did I ask too much or was I too much?

I have no one to turn to. I have to be the strongest among the pack.  I also get tired, overthinking of the unknown. 

Where did it go wrong? What have I done to suffer melancholy?