The Sunny, Dark Days

Why is it that even on the sunniest days I still feel so dark inside? The happy faces around me, dim as I feel a weight on my chest. A suffocating aspect about me that no one ever sees as I throw on a smile and crack a joke to the people in front of me.

I'm not who I pretend to be. Im much more complex than that but who can I ever trust to see the real me?

Just another sunny day in my dark and grim world.