Inside Outside
Some days I want to scream
Some days I want to cry
Most days I hold it all in
not letting anyone see the battle inside.
When people ask
I say I'm fine,
without even thinking
if it's true or not.
Until I'm in the hall
crying
because I can't hold it in
Then people ask
"Why didn't you say anything?
Why didn't you let us help?"
To which I think
"How can I explain
a hurt so deep
I barely survive?"
So I shrug my shoulders,
as if to say:
"I didn't think."
And try to pick my head up
again.