I constantly wonder how my life looks like in people's eyes.

I constantly wonder how
my life looks like
in people's eyes.
 Do they think I have it easy?
Do they think I have nothing going for myself?
Or are they fascinated with who I am?

The thing is no one will ever know my whole story.
No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome.
Not even my closest friends,
not even my own family.
People are so quick to judge nowadays.
You only see a person from
what they want and allow you to see.
I always try to look as put together as i can,
and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth.
It’s just that way that everyone will assume that
every thing in my life is okay.
That I never go through anything.
If only everyone knew how broken I am,
and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand
that's recently become very delicate.

The truth is no one really knows me.
No one will ever know me,
and sometimes that really scares me.