though not a thing is wrong, or so i have been told,
i fidget with my fingers as a single tear traces my cheek.
i can't stand being alone and yet i'm left alone so often.
this pout is out of style but i wear it every day and
especially when everyone else is out to play.
curled up in the corner, staring at the walls.
not a thing to explain my feelings, not a word has left my lips.
i don't know what is wrong with me, all i know is
smiles are forced, and this loneliness lies just beneath
my paper thin skin.
i have a good life i just shouldn't complain and
as you've told me nothing is wrong, so why does this hurt
just keep building and building, so tall and so heavy
that it makes breathing hard and i can't find my way out.
i'm lost in the world with no one to help me, who would,
i can't even help myself.