When you ask me to speak my mind
I walk away—you think I’m shy
Or maybe I have too much to hide
Where is page one? I cannot find
I’ve left myself; I’m already gone
In searching for me, my joy got lost
Sadness too—I don’t even feel bad
I lie. I do hide—how empty I am
I know I can’t hide—you’re not blind
So I choose a word, both truth and lie
When you ask me to speak my mind
My mind says—whatever. Just say “fine.”
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
When you ask me to speak my mind
I walk away—you think I’m shy
Or maybe I have too much to hide
Where is page one? I cannot find
I’ve left myself; I’m already gone
In searching for me, my joy got lost
Sadness too—I don’t even feel bad
I lie. I do hide—how empty I am
I know I can’t hide—you’re not blind
So I choose a word, both truth and lie
When you ask me to speak my mind
My mind says—whatever. Just say “fine.”
