Do I?

Do I have to do this?

Often,

I ask myself....

The person you see,

Is the one who is always smiles,

Confident and cheerful,

But what you don't see,

Is the scarred and wounded heart,

Laid deep inside..

Often enough,

I weeped,

I raged,

I frustrated,

During the nights,

Lonely...

During the morning,

Is another me,

To protect the weak and fragile me,

To hide myself,

But somehow,

I can say that,

I am really happy,

Sometimes...

Often I ask myself,

Am I happy,

I can say yes..

But,

Am I really happy?

Deep inside,

I ask myself,

Do I....?