What about me?

Put up a smile...
Sit back down...
Nothing is wrong, just plane, the same...
We play to be ok...
We play to be happy and sane...
I fight myself not to let the tears fall, im sick of this charade...
Sick of pretending im ok...
Ur so blind...
Pretending u love me, when u cant even stand me...
I play good girl...
Smile and sit still, while u trash everything i am...
I dont know what im doing anymore, but i know this much...
This doesnt feel good anymore...
This doesnt bring me happiness...
I maybe want off.