Class ends soon.
I’ll see your face.
You’ll talk to me.
I’ll smile and hide how I feel.

You think we are okay.
You think I am okay.
You don’t know.
You don’t know the truth.

You don’t know how broke I feel right now.
You don’t know how I want to be alone all of the time.
You don’t know how I don’t want friends.
You don’t know how hard I try to be happy all of the time.

It seems the only time I can truly be myself is in Chinese.
No one can see my face.
No one looks at me.
No one talks to me.

Another second goes by.
Another minute.
Another hour.
Another anxious feeling to see you.