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)