When people ask me if I'm okay.
I tell them I am.
But I'm really not.
I have a lot of bad thoughts.
I try to pretend I am happy.
But sometimes it doesn't work.
When someone tells me something I don't like.
I just tell them it's okay.
Or.
I don't care.
But I do.
I don't like when people worry about me.
So I try to act like every thing is okay.
Sometime I actually think that people believe me.
Inside.
I'm dying.
Inside.
I'm crying.
Outside.
I have a smile.
Outside.
I'm happy.
Inside.
I'm never okay.