Faking Happiness

I wake up , I fake on that smile, It’s a quarter to four, Light won’t come up for a while. I look to my left, I look to my right, Just the way I like it, No one else is in sight. I think of words, As I lay in my dark, Words sad to others, Words I can mark. Mark as ideas, For a song you won’t hear, About poor old me, And my life with no cheer. It’s half past five, An hour ‘til light, The dark is almost over, Soon I’ll have to fight. To hold back how I feel, To hold back all my pain, I know I’m not healthy, Faking happiness is my strain.