People will never understand
How I feel or who I am
All they see are laughs and smiles
I am no longer that perfect child
They never see the tears at night
Sometimes it feels as if there is no light
I lay awake eyes puffy and red
School the next day is what I dread
Problems are not with school itself
The problems lay deeper inside myself
I know I shouldn’t worry and I know I should stress
But I feel as if my grades are a mess
No one seems to see a problem but me
Maybe there just isn’t a problem to see
However, summer months are when I’m free
Tearless, stress less and happy as can be
Those 3 months come to a close
They never would if I chose
Gone are the nights of counting sheep
Welcome nights of crying myself to sleep