She'S An Angel [Fallen]Hiding is much easier than showing.
Depression is mainly what I cause myself, I stress out so easy, but supposedly I'm perfect. Mother's little angel. Just what she wants, of course, I live to be her clone. So she says.
Sometimes I think I've lost it. I write poems, depressing ones, angry ones, never a happy one. I act like a maniac. It's like inside I'm killing people, and feeling terrible, and outside it's all "Ohhh let's be all epic and smileyyyy."
Got to play the game, ya know? Until I'm out of the house, might as well lie about happiness.
Sick stupidity I follow.