If

Maybe
If I close my eyes tight enough, I can force out all the tears
So that when I open them back up no one can tell I’ve been crying.
Maybe
If I just smile ‘till my cheeks hurt, I can make the world think that I am fine
I can make myself think that I am fine.
Maybe
If I pretend that I have a place, I wont feel so alone
So the world seems like more than flakes of tissue paper.
Maybe
If I go to sleep, and stay in my dreams with golden-pink skies
I won’t need to wake up to my plaster-white ceiling
And start again.