It's cold inside.
Shifting my gaze and again the question--
"How are you?"
Smile--
A lie--
Though I've never felt so empty.
You didn't bother to stop and hear.
Tired.
Retorting, you say to sleep.
Truth: insomnia, stress, anxiety.
It's all the same.
What was I ever to start out as?
Now a forgotten tear in a notebook.
All I wanted was to have a friend--
You?
Ignored in passing conversation,
Unheard,
Unseen,
Struggling under a load twice my weight...
Yet I smile.
You thought me as the happiest person--
I was never happy-go-lucky.
I was just a girl
In a struggle,
With too much pride and many lies
To feed the rest of humanity.
How am I?
It's cold inside.