perfect mask

In the world full of sorrow and misery , Who will be there to comfort me? I guess, i will just heal on my own, And be that perfect friend they know. Wearing the perfect mask everyday, Shedding tears at lonely night. To my self i always say, Never give up and always fight. Sure have a friend and family, That always there to support me. You can tell I'm completely happy, But a part of me will never be. Some says I'm perfect, Try to read my eyes instead. You'll find out and see, If it's really that "me". Forcing my self to be that great pretender, Ending up blaming myself, why i can't be better? They can say " such a crybaby", However they can't take that away from me. Flipping the page without understanding the story, Is another level of stupidity.