People ask you how are you like they expect an answer,
Like they're a friend,
Like they understand,
But when you lie and say your fine they believe you,
They say okay,
They feel good about themselves for caring,
But truthfully your not okay,
And your wishing for someone to care,
Wishing for someone to notice,
But no one ever will,
Not until you say your not okay,
Not until you call them out for not noticing,
Not until you start caring as much as you wish someone else would.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and stuff
PoetryIf I know you and you know me don't read this or any of my poetry. I know that saying that will inevitably intrigue you into reading it, but please if I know you and you know me then as a friend please respect my wishes and do not read this.
