I’ve always been an only child, and I always will be. And even though I’m an only child, I’m clearly not the favorite. I’m the “trouble child”, always getting yelled at for small things, even though I rarely feel like I’ve done anything wrong, Im just being a kid, a teenager, doing teenager things. So each time another person enters the premises, both me and my mother put on a smile, and we act like nothing had happened, act as if our stream of tears never existed at all, while I watch my mother hug my friends with a big fake smile and a fake laugh. Wishing, that maybe it could all be real, and that could be me, the one with the real smile. So whenever I’m able to escape for a little while, even if that means lying face down on my bed, blasting music into my ears, I’ll take what I can get. But don’t get me started with school, a place where I feel just as lonely but instead I’m inside a place where I’m surrounded by people. stuck putting up a happy facade wherever I walk, trying to please people, who seem have no interest in pleasing me. So whenever I walk in to the place I call home, even though it feels as anything but, I put on a bigger smile, and I pitch up my “I’m great voice”, and act as if I’m ok. (ty for reading and sorry for any grammatical errors, I wrote this in like 15 minutes)