I try my best to not let them see,
for if they knew the truth,
they wouldn't even try to help me.
I walk through my days,
answering, "I'm fine."
But with each answer,
I feel more pain over time.
Oh, how I hate to cry, but alas,
the tears break through and they pry.
Do I tell them? Do I leave it be?
Is that really what is best for me?
How do I defeat this beast I've learned to somewhat tame?
Without these feelings, I feel like a man who is born lame.
"Its your fault. You control your happiness!"
do I really?
Or is that your response
because you don't understand?
Everything I feel,
everything thing I wish to say
Is hidden beneath the surface,
Locked away.
If I truly showed you me,
I would feel free,
but you all would leave.
So, I hide the tears,
I hide the anger,
and I hide the thoughts.
Because they're not things people have cared for.
Ever.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
