By Daelin Hoff
No One Can Know
I put my makeup on each morning to cover up
the fact that I’ve had another sleepless night
No one can know that anxiety kept me up until dawn
I put on the clothes that make me resemble every girl I wish I looked like
No one can know I’m self-conscious
I smile and laugh and act like I’m okay
No one can know I’m depressed
I walk around and pretend I have the most perfect life
No one can know my life’s falling apart
But as I sink into my bed, my tears ruin my makeup
As I step out of the shower, my self-consciousness is now exposed
As my smile fades and my voice becomes quiet, my depression reveals itself once again
As my fake world dissipates, I see the shattered reality of my life
How much longer can I do this for?
How much longer can I keep up the act?
But every morning I wake up
Every morning it’s the same thing
I hide my vulnerabilities and pretend like I’m happy
No one can know I’m miserable inside
Daelin Hoff is a senior. She is looking forward to studying psychology and secondary education in college.