Inside Outside

Some days I want to scream Some days I want to cry Most days I hold it all in not letting anyone see the battle inside. When people ask I say I'm fine, without even thinking if it's true or not. Until I'm in the hall crying because I can't hold it in Then people ask "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you let us help?" To which I think "How can I explain a hurt so deep I barely survive?" So I shrug my shoulders, as if to say: "I didn't think." And try to pick my head up again.