You may see me in pretty clothes.
I could be smiling and friendly.
You may think i have a great life.
Going great places and having
wonderful experiences but all that
could cover a life that is hard to live.
All the pretence and artifice could
be a smoke screen to hide behind.
I may wear pretty clothes to feel
happier in myself.
When i hit rock bottom and there
is no more down all i have left
is hope things will get better.
Don’t envy me until you
walk a mile in my shoes.
