I’m broken inside, but outside I’m repaired!
I always fake smile just to impress people who are around me.
But when I’m alone I cries and cries until I lose voice.
But nobody knows it because I always hide it.
The only thing that knows my secret?
Is my pillow.
I always cry in front of it.
But it never tells anyone.
Because it is trusted.
The pillow knows my sickness.
