Internally screaming externally “fine” I’ll tell you I’m “ok” when really I’m dying, I wish I knew how to explain how I feel, I wish I knew how tell you “it’s real!” But when I try to explain it they say, that it’s fake or you’re fine. But it won’t go away. Have they never experienced a pain that’s like mine? I don’t understand it how are they so blind! Oh now I remember I covered it up, I put on a mask and I made life a bluff. I took all the anxiety the pain and depression and locked it away so I drew no attention. I slapped on a smile and made it a show so how could they see it? How could they know? I guess that I hoped that I wasn’t alone, I hoped beyond hope that someone would come. With all of my heart even though it was broke, I thought that all that I needed was hope. But nobody came I fought it alone, I battled depression and fear on my own. This is what happens when disunity reigns, don’t make the mistake that my family made. - CharityAnne