The truth is

When i say i don't care
the truth is
I'm hurting so much.

when i look like crying
and i tell you I'm fine
the truth is
i miss you terribly.

when you see I'm so exhausted
and i tell you I'm just sleepy
the truth is
i couldn't stop thinking about what you said

when i seem like I'm always busy
and i tell you i enjoy it
the truth is
being busy keeps me from thinking of you.

when you find all the notes i tried to write
and i tell you, its nothing
the truth is
i never had the courage to let you behind the wall I've built up

when i start to hang with new people
and i tell you i just want the experience
the truth is
all my old friends remind me of you.

when i feel like telling you off
and i end up saying it to someone else
the truth is
i could never stand to hurt your feelings.

and when i wrote this poem
i felt like giving it to you
but the truth is
you already knew what i wanted to say.