Being me

Everyone thinks it’s easy being me all they see is the smile I evince,
No one knows what darkness I hold that tears me from within.
All they see is a perfect me that has the perfect life ,
Oh! but do they know what trauma I have borne.
They say they want my life
But do they know how arduously I work to Mask my face from the enemies I hold .
They so easily deduce I have everything, Do they know I wonder , how good at masquerading I can be .