There is always three parts to people.
There is the lie,
That we let everyone see.

There is the friends view.
That only our friends can crack.
But it's still not the real you.

And then,
There is the truth.
That only few get to see.
The truth that no matter how strong you look.
You are honestly miserable.
And wonder if you will still be on the earth tomorrow.

Okay so that is the end of this one poem? Even though it was split into three parts, and it's called three parts of us.