Happy Me

I wonder is anyone sees,

the fake smile and happy me.

Who can see past the mask,

that I created so fast?

The last time I was truly me

was when I was little and free.

The pain is all there,

but nobody seems to care.

Will anyone tell me how they feel,

or will I have to live with guilt.

Guilt that I don't matter,

guilt that they don't need me.