You say you’re here
You’re not, not at all
You’re falling apart
Desk against the wall
Screeching as you plop down
Your hand raised as your name is called
You look like you’re about to fall
A face missing all emotion
Hands with profoundly visible veins
Tired eyes,
a deceitful smile
Asked if you’re okay,
you reply with a simple “I’m fine”
And maybe you are
Maybe you just stayed up a little too late
Pushed a little too far
Maybe you’re hurting,
Maybe no one knows
Maybe it’s your secret
Kept behind closed doors