When you look at me I seem fine.
you tell me your day,
I tell you mine.

While at school that's how I act.
Smile on my face.
Knives in my back.
I'm not fine but I won't tell you that.

I'll keep pretending when I'm with you.
So I don't put stress on you.
I can't hurt you like you have me.

You don't see them I hide them under my pack,
pushing them farther into my back.
as I tread slowly,
weights of incurties slowing me down.

But I still smile toward you,
so I don't want to hurt you.
And,
that my dear is my biggest fear.