I know that when I'm scared, I push 'em around,
All the people that I love, nowhere to be found,
Can't get it off my chest, but I'm not okay,
Sometimes it's hard to just get through the day,
But when people ask, I say everything's fine,
They tell me they're suspicious, I say I'm sublime,
Truth is, I really hate it when I feel alone,
Ask me what I need, but I don't even know,
Don't know how I'm gonna make it through the coming year,
Everything's collapsing, all I feel is fear,
Ask me if you can try, but I still feel defenseless,
I still let myself get hurt even though I know it's senseless,
Yet still you stick around, but what is there to do?
You show me that you're trying, and for that I thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
