Is it possible to have less than nothing? If you see me, Or even know me you would think that I have everything, I don't. And those who think they know me, Can't. What I am is fake, I put up a wall, And block out everyone. I put on a face every morning. I don't mean makeup, I mean that I pretend to be something I'm not. People see me as a happy person, But they can't see whats underneath. Behind my perfect seeming life my world is coming down around me. My leash has been pulled to tight, And is held together by a single thread. One wrong move and everything will be lost, And I will be gone.