Don’t let the demons run loose.
You know how they spread dark thoughts in your head. Cold tendrils of poisoned lead.
I’m fine.There’s nothing wrong.
Don’t ask me if I’m okay.
Don’t give me a tissue and leave.
Don’t shed fake sympathy.
And think that you mean everything to me.
You don’t understand. Because you’ve never tried.
The reason you stick by my side.
You want something.
I know why.
Yet you ask, why don’t I speak my mind?
Sure, I'll tell you. Like a coward, I hide under a painted smile.
Well practiced laughs.
Because I’m scared of being alone.
A pariah, a reject.
I guess it makes me as fake as you.