What about me

I know I’m not the only
one with troubles…
Normally they are fixed the next day. But no!
Every day they become more difficult than the day before.
More anger, more pain.
Tears are flowing, do things that I may not do.
Nobody knows anything about me,
how I really am.
People asking me questions,
I answer, it’s alright,
I’m fine.
But deep inside… I’m dead.
I can’t talk about this pain,
nobody shall understand.
They don’t know what’s on my mind…
And they’ll never know.