My friend was a happy, bubbly girl who seemed to have a fulfilled life. She got good grades, had a nice group of friends, and so on.

But I was horribly wrong.
Her family was disorientating and so her life was spiralling.
When I became her friend, she looked happy, but if you looked closer, she really never smiled; she looked like it was a lot of effort. She laughed at most things, but it was a haunting sound, when you think about it.

Despite denying this, she had a nice singing voice. She kept on saying it was horrible, but in reality, it was really good. She was really good at music, and so we were buddies in that subject. Now I think about it, we were buddies for practically everything.

As friends , we had a very good friendship. We shared lots of things together , like her family issues and my ongoing rants about daily life. However, she kept one thing away from the public, and me.

She was happy, her school report say, and her behaviour in class was exceptional. She got good grades, as I mentioned earlier. She didn't mingle with the bad group.

She wasn't happy at all. Her life, she would say, was messed up. She would often go to sleep, she said, crying silent tears. And so her life spiralled in front of her.

So she wasn't happy at all. But nobody noticed her pain.