You think I’m happy.

I might have easily fooled you
With my eyes, my clothes, my laugh.
I’m wearing always pink and white.
While I should wear black.
My life isn’t that much fun
Like I seem to show.
Because I’m bounded to stay
On places I hate, while I want to go.
You might think that I’m nice and kind
Like you want me to be
But the only reason I act nicely
Is to make you love me, for being me.
You always say: ‘I’m busy
I don’t have time right now.’
But your always busy
And you never have time anyhow.
It seems like you don’t love me
Even when I do so much my best.
You doesn’t even like me.
Like you like the rest.
You might think that I’m happy
But you not even see I’m not.
You buy me a doll, you buy me a dress.
But what I want you didn’t bought.
Maybe because you can’t buy it.
Because it comes from deep within.
It’s your love that I desire
Or at least that you don’t treat me like your trash bin.
Where you can dump stuff you don’t need
Or things you no longer wanted
You have no idea how it makes me feel,
It makes me feel unwanted.
You might think my laugh is real
because you always see  me smiling.
But you know what? This smile is fake!
Because on the inside I am dying.


By_Me