I Cry.
Tears streaming down my rosy cheeks
You might as well call me a crybaby
They ask me if I'm OK.
No I'm not OK.
I'm dying inside.
Am I depressed?
I don't know.
Crying for the past 2 days for no reason
When you cry yourself to sleep,
You know something is wrong.
A normal person would suspect something is wrong.
But not me,
No,
Nothing is wrong with me.
I laugh but I cry
I smile but it’s fake
So, what am I

Behind my smile is a girl
Who sits in her room alone
She plops down in the corner
And thinks
Would it really be that bad
If I disappear?