Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are

They Mustn't Know My Despair, I Can't Let Them See The Wounds Which They Have Caused, I Couldn't Bear Their Sympathy And Their Kind-hearted Jokes, It Would Only Make Me Want To Scream All The More. If I Talk, Everyone Thinks I'm Showing Off; When I'm Silent They Think I'm Ridiculous; Rude If I Answer, Sly If I Get A Good Idea, Lazy If I'm Tired, Selfish If I Eat A Mouthful More Than I Should, Stupid, Cowardly, Crafty, Etc. Etc.

I Had To Hold My Head Up High And Put A Bold Face On Things, But The Thoughts Keep Coming Anyways.

If The Truth Is Told, Things Are Just As Bad As You Yourself Care To Make Them.

Sleep Makes The Silence And The Terrible Fear Go By More Quickly, Helps Pass The Time, Since It's Impossible To Kill.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.