To them I am calm as the bright summer sky
But little do they know of the storm within–
Brewing, growing inside my mind
Right underneath my skin.
To them I am plain lazy and happy-go-lucky
But little do they know of my serious side–
The ticking of the clock in time with my mind
The inner being my smiles always hide.
To them I am problem-free
But little do they know how my face never betrayed me–
To mask the scars and stitches in me
To set things right where they should be.