I smile for people, Put on the act they want to see, But is this really me? No, it’s not. I wish they knew about The burnout, The pain, The meltdowns, And the struggles through the week. On Monday, it’s suffocation. I can’t breathe. I’m lightheaded. But I don’t wanna d!e yet. Tuesday, it’s overthinking. Should I have said that? Did they see the dumb mistake? Do they hate me now? Wednesday, I’m everywhere. What am I doing? I can’t focus. Where am I going? I’m lost and confused. Thursday, I’m starting to feel the effects Of masking and pretending. I can’t do anything. I can barely keep my eyes open. Friday, I’m gone. Somewhere up in my head, Somewhere no one can find me. Lost in the void of dissociation. But all everyone sees on the outside Is a smile.
I'm reading this for a talent show :)
