It's nothing.
I'm okay.
You see me smiling,
So there's nothing else to say.
You walk away and talk to your friends,
That's when the smile starts to fade.
I'm not okay.
I'm not fine.
I want to tell you,
But I can't make up my mind.
I don't know what's wrong.
The world's just not kind.
It made me lose myself
And everything I am.
Maybe I need some help,
But I don't think I can.
I don't believe I deserve it all.
Again and again, I always fall.
I'll say I'm okay,
And stop our chat.
Now I'll go away
And leave it at that.
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoetryJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.