That little smile on your face. The one you wear every single day.
The little mask you put on. To show that you’re okay.
All the lies that you said. Always went unnoticed.
And when it gets too much. You screamed a little, asking for help.
But there isn’t anyone. That could hear your small little voice.
For they always thought, you were alright.
After asking for help
Which is only in vain, you slowly gave up.
Telling yourself it’s okay. You’ll be alright.
As tears just fall. Each and every night.
Are you sure you’re okay?