Inside my head,
A storm is brewing,
A whirlwind of emotions,
And a lifetime of uncertainty.
Yet I say That,
"Everything is fine.
No problems at all."
But what else am I meant to say?
"I'm constantly one push away form tears,
Swallowed by how worthless I am?"
So instead a lie is what comes out,
An illusion to all but myself,
That shall surely be placed on my gravestone.
