What am I doing?
Writing poems no one reads,
Hiding tears so no one sees.
Faking smiles,
Dodging glances,
Filling files,
Skipping classes.
Concealing cuts,
Hiding bruises,
Going nuts
And then I loose it.
So please tell me,
Do you really care?
Because you're winning the game,
But not playing fair.
There is no checkmate
Only one comes out alive.
And when you talk to me,
All I hear is
"Die."
