People are talking
Though I can't seem to listen
My dark mind is elsewhere
My dark mind is thinking about everything I've failed at today
I'm not good enough
I never will be
But I have to put on a happy face
I don't want people asking questions
Though my tired mind finds it hard to keep smiling
I make jokes about mental illness
Maybe it's because I don't want to face my problems
People joke along with me
If only they knew
If only they knew that all I say
Is actually true
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Drip Drop
PoetryThe liquid goes drip drop ~A series of short poems- Highest Ranking: #99 in poetry
