Only Human

I have to lie to myself, make everyone believe I'm alright. My smile will be the best, my jokes the cheesiest, and my personality the silliest. But I will never let people know that once I close my door I drop that mask. And I cry. I let my heart be broken, I let myself weap. For if I let people see who I truly am they might think I'm as helpless as I actually am. So I let myself cry when needed and I let myself mourn if necessary. But I never over do it nor do I show others. Even now and then I'll let people see just how cracked I am, I will probably even let them hold me while I cry. Because in the end I am only human, with human emotions, human problems, and human needs.