What’s it like, being you?

I heard it’s hard. Is that true?

You smile a lot, that’s a fact.

But assuming you’re happy, I guess it’s tact?

At first I believed it,

That you’re all sunshine and wit.

But I saw that in the corner,

Tears glistening like a mourner.

My heart sunk low at that sight,

Stopping to confront you took all my might.

Your sobs echoed hard against the walls

The soft wailing noises bounced against the halls.

My fists tightened hard, curling my palms,

Disturbing my mind, ruining the calms.

My eyes squeezed shut, feeling low.

Your life isn’t easy, now I know.

I’m sorry for thinking all was good.

An open mind to keep, was what I should.