I thought they should see that my eyes are blue
And bloodshot and filled with pain.
For although I laugh and play a role,
My shadows, they hide but remain.


I thought they should see that my lips, they lie,
And say that I'm always ok.
For although I smile and say I'm fine,
I'm slowly fading away.


I thought they should see that my bones show through,
That I fixate and try not to gain.
For although I joke, I count and run.
It's driving me slowly insane.


I thought they should hear my cry for help,
See an illness I refuse to claim,
But they don't look; is it hidden that well?

I hope I'm too good at this game.