Do you think I enjoy this
Say I lack age to employ this
You do know stress doesn't need a reason, right?

What do you take me for?
I want to know right now
Cause this "gilded perfect person" is
Full
Of
Lies

Complaining about their scores
Saying that I'm calm
You're lying
I'm just more experienced at hiding it

Why are there these jokes
Tying twine into nooses
Resting dinner knives on wrists
While the people who do
Rub their pencils against their wrists until they're
Raw and bleeding
Suffer in silence and are erased as a joke

In
Out
In
Out
Deafening and deaf
Quiet and Loud

Let me fade away into the distance
Like temporary hair dye
Or a cloud after rain
Not into pages of books
Not into family secrets
Into memories covered in cobwebs
Not gilded in gold

Gee thanks for your thoughts
Your sympathetic pats
Trying to help by saying nothing at all
"Oh you're just worried"
To hell with that.