The smile that reached my eyes doesn't feel as genuine as I’d like,
When I always catch myself trying hard not to die inside.
Effort was made though the situation was far from fine,
One look wouldn't tell; a day spent could always lie.
Nothing would ever make anyone believe, the chaos I held,
Right here, inside my spacious but confined—
Witty yet always tired, sweet, fragile little mind.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
The smile that reached my eyes doesn't feel as genuine as I’d like,
When I always catch myself trying hard not to die inside.
Effort was made though the situation was far from fine,
One look wouldn't tell; a day spent could always lie.
Nothing would ever make anyone believe, the chaos I held,
Right here, inside my spacious but confined—
Witty yet always tired, sweet, fragile little mind.