Put on a smile,
put on the face.
It’s fine,
it’s okay—
because I won’t let them see me break.

My family, my friends ask,
“How do you take on life so well?”
But the truth is, I don’t feel well.
I feel incomplete—
like a big mistake.

I fill the hole
with music, with lyrics people sing,
with grades my parents praise,
with meaningless television.

I fill the hole with noise
so I can't think.
Because if I think…
I will break.