The Only One

I wonder why I feel this pain.

Or this sadness I restrain.

Or why I go the extra mile.

To wake up and force a smile.

I wonder if it is my pride.

That makes me withdrawn.

That makes me hide.

Am I the only one?

That sits and cries.

Afraid to have fun.

Who sees enjoyment.

And never tries.

Am I the only one?