Nobody knows how I feel. They can't see into my head,

but sometimes I wish they could. Maybe they’d be nicer.

Behind the smiles and the laughter, I wish I was able to show something real.

 It gets worse in the winter.

 In the winter it is more than just a cold shoulder I feel.

 I've been this way since I was sixteen, I get tired a lot now. 

But not the kind of tired sleep that can't fix.

seasonal sadness is what they think, but nobody knows how I feel.

 I just wish I was able to show something real.

 I often hold things inside. Although I claim to have nothing to hide.

 Living like this is starting to get cold. Like the dead of winter, but i have found someone

Someone who picks me up on my worst days, and is proud of me anyways.

Her presence feels like the summer sun melting the ice around my heart. 

I don’t think this winter will feel so cold.