"I'm happy."

"I feel great about myself."

"My friends love me."

"I'm happy..."

The clock strikes 3 a. m.

I lay wide awake.

I'm scrolling through my phone seeing the people I thought cared for me

out and having fun with everyone they know;

but not me...

I look up at the ceiling thinking about life.

Tears start to unintentionally flow out of my eyes.

My mind automatically turns for the worst;

nobody likes me,

they never liked me.

I feel a lump in my throat and my mind in a daze of lies.

I'm starting to believe them.

"Maybe I was never happy."