Dear 'friends',
Do you even see me?
Do you even hear me?
I want the truth.
And if you do,
Why don't you see the bag under my eyes?
Why don't you see the force in my smile?
Why don't you hear that my laughter is fake?
Why do you laugh when I say I'm not okay?
Why do you joke when I say I want to jump?
Look into my eyes.
I'm serious about it all.
YOU ARE READING
typing out my soul | poetry book
PoesíaPoems by me the earlier ones are really depressing lol
