Mother, mother
I'm dying inside.
I just don't want you to see,
The pain that's lies beneath me.
You ask me how I'm doing,
I smile and say I'm doing just fine.
But it's the fake smile I've perfectly crafted,
That I hide behind.
Mother, mother
If I was honest I'd say my being is stripped,
Down to flesh and bone.
But I've simply learned to carry though,
As my world swirls in darkness while I lay alone.
It may seem harmless,
But I'm stranded as I drown in this empty room.
Mother mother
I have so many questions that I can't ask,
In fear of breaking your heart.
From a once happy child,
To a hopeless adult.
-DAP
