Teardrops Poem by brandon norseth

In the morning when i wake up i pretend to be something im not so its hard for people to get to know the real me. In the evening i try to hold it together but its no use because i just cant maintain a smile. At night is the only time when i can be me, because thats when the tears that wait all day come to express the words i no longer am able to speak. My pillow is the only true friend i have. Trust no one. you will get hurt.