Carrying a heart, that’s meant to break
and a reality, I have to face
thinking all the time.
minding what I shouldn’t say
stopped from questioning, their utter waste,
smiling a little instead of laughing insane,
because I am afraid, it boils their veins.
judged on how I look,
or think a certain way.
everything I feel reflects on my face,
secretly I am scared, tired and weak,
don’t want them to see, a single trace.
so I stare straight avoiding disgrace,
and I just look out of the window pane.