Don't forget to smile,
like you're happy -
a tiny white lie -
or they'll ask what's wrong.
But they wont mean it,
they just want you to say
"I'm fine" -
which is another lie.
I'll go the rest of my life this way.
I won't get help
because I'm fine.
I don't need it.
Except I do need it and no one sees.
I lie,
but I only hurt myself,
because the lies I tell,
push everyone away,
so that when there is a gun to my head,
or pills in my hand,
no one can influence me,
to say no.