When

When you ask what is wrong,
I say nothing.
When you ask if I'm ok,
I say yes.

But these words are not true.
You don't know that though.
You don't know how I feel.
On the inside.

I'm crying.
Crying on the inside.
And nobody knows it.
Nobody but me.

Mocked,
I carry on.
Yet,
I feel I can't.

My eyes tell all.
One can read deep into my soul.
If you look long and hard enought,
you will know how I truly feel.