On the outside I look Confident, and always seem so jolly,
But don’t be fooled by the smile I wear, it’s just my little folly.
On the inside I am crying, with pain and hurt and fear,
I don’t tell anybody, I feel like no-one wants to hear.
For who would want to hear about my problems and my pain,
When everywhere I look so many others feel the same?
Instead I go about my life, with a smile upon my face,
People often say I really brighten up the place.
I wish I could just tell them, how bad I really feel,
And try and make them understand the pain I have is real.
But because I don’t look miserable they get the wrong impression,
They don’t understand or even know I suffer with depression.
I think the thing I want to say by writing out this poem
Is you just can’t tell how someone feels until you get to know ‘em!
