Author's Note: This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine. This is just a
theory I have about him.

Everybody loves you
but do you love yourself?
Are you just hiding

behind what we see?

You want to make people happy

but there is some kind of price.

I think you're losing yourself,

hating yourself

because, as happy as they are,

you're not.

Angry with yourself

for not really being

the one they love.

You wish your facade was real.

No one knows

how much longer you'll last

before breaking at the seams.

You're shattering, slowly

crumbling down.

And no one knows

so no one can save you.