The words I never say.

I don't

Stand up! 

Take your clothes on!

Go outside and enjoy the wetter! 

I don't think they get it, I don't think they see how tired I am. 

I don't think they see the bags underneath my eyes, because I didn't get enough sleep last night, the night before and several nights before that either. 

I don't think they see how fragile I am, how easily something can build up in my mind because I couldn't manage to do it right. 

I don't think they get it when I stay silent in my class, it's not because I don't listen and don't care, maybe it's because that I have a lot on my plate, all the freaking time and that destroys, day after day, the same fake smile, the same fake laugh, the same urge to come see you and tell you I'm not all fine. 

I don't think they understand when I say it doesn't matter, it's because it does and I either don't know how to explain myself or I fear the reaction. 

I think people only see what they want to and no way they see beyond what passes their eyes. 

Maybe I'm the one who doesn't get it. 

Maybe after all.