You look at me with dark those caring eyes,
And you ask me if everything is fine.
I lie to you as I wear my disguise,
But you have read in between every line.
I do not ask you the same old question,
Not because I do not care about you,
But because I know of your depression,
And you will never tell me you feel blue.
I know that you need me in hard times,
But now I can not give you what you need.
All that I can offer you are my rhymes,
But I know the hunger you have to feed.
I wish that I could be your new best friend,
But I have my own battles to defend.