It’s hard to be the one who never cries
The one with a twinkle always in her eyes
What no one knows is school is an escape
A place away from home, the yelling, the hate
But not only do i have another side too
It’d the side that cries, unknown to you
With my personality you’d think life was great
But arriving home is like arriving at Hell’s Gate
The point of this poem is what they don’t see
What they don’t see : The other side of me