The Hidden of Me

Sometimes, I always have to fake smile. When people compliment me, When they are not truly sincere of it. Sometimes, I always have to accept. When I was scolded for something, That I didn't even commit. Sometimes, I always have to be caring. For someone I know, When they didn't really appreciate me. But to be honest, I've been suffering. From suffocating pains that I've kept, Deeply inside this heart of mine. Yes, it really is suffocating, When you have to keep. To keep those hidden feelings inside you, And pretend that nothing had happened. If I even express my feelings to them, "Will they understand me how I did?" "Will they help me how I helped them?" "Will they willing to hear my concerns like how I hear theirs?" Those thoughts kept on lingering, Lingering in my mind. Which left me no choice, To just kept it killing my heart. Somehow, I kept on being like that. I kept on staying positive, So that maybe one day, I'll find the right person to cherish me?