I can see it in their faces
Though they smile and laugh and act "normal"
The hardness in their stares
The way their eyebrows furrow when they see me
I hear it in their voices
Though they do their best to talk as if nothings wrong
The slight tinge of annoyance when they speak
There are subtle hints dropped in the things they say
This act they put on around me, Though hard to see
It is blatantly apparent to me
And I know their actions don't portray their thoughts
And so I let them do as they wish
Just so they can feel better about themselves for not treating me like shit
But I'll know
Everytime they smile when they see me
Everytime they hug me or pat me on the back
Everytime they tell me they love me
I'll know they're lying
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Overthinking
PuisiA collective of poems I've written, generally late at night, to help organize my thoughts and just generally cope with things in life.
