the real me

I walk down the street with my big sunglasses
and me right makeup
and the perfect dress
the most beautiful heels

the people who see me think I gelukigste of the world
I'm not breaking
confident
the right girl

but under this beautiful big sunglasses is the''real me''
sunglasses that covered all my
He exudes something different than I am
why I never finished it

only when I go to sleep I do my sun glasses
I lie all night crying
I feel only pain
and try to fill holes in my heart

if it is morning and again but have had little sleep
I will as soon as possible my sunglasses back on
nobody can see me in the''real''I
and how much pain I have not done