How does one smile when the world is depressed?
How does one feel when one's heart is so numb?
How does one cry when one's tears have run out?
How does one love when love they don't have?
How does one eat when one's stomach is too fat?
How does one triumph, when one is being oppressed?
How does one live, when they're dying inside?
One should just shut the **** up and stop complaining, right?

My pain never really goes away
It comes and goes in many ways

I worry, I eat, I end up next to the toilet seat
I lay, fetus-position on the floor

I don't allow the tears to come
for I am strong

Strong enough to stop whenever I please
So why do I still puke my shame away?