Thoughts

I’m going to sit here,
Crawl up into a ball,
Act like nothing’s wrong,
No trouble at all.

I’m good at fooling people,
No one can even see.
What really goes on inside my head,
Or what those thoughts may bring.

I walk through those school halls,
My head pointed high,
My mouth bearing a smile,
I told you I can hide.

I make jokes and pretend everything is okay,
It’s just another day.
When I get home the real me shows,
I can end it all with one little blow.

I’m going to sit here,
Crawl up into a ball,
Act like nothing’s wrong,
No trouble at all...