La joven que vivía a la sombra de los demás.

People thinks I'm happy.
People thinks I know no sadness.
People only see my smile, and they like to believe that for me tears are non-existent.
People only see my sunny side, this bright and shiny persona I have decided to show to the world.
People would never guess that in the moment I am alone, I become the depressed part of me that is always confused, and angry, and sad. People does not matter about happy people because they do not realize that most of the time the infinite happiness is a mask to cover reality.