It's easy to say I'm fine

It's easy to say I'm fine it's hard to say I'm good I'm doing great I'm doing better. Every day people always say or ask why are you like this your so cheerful. Well it's easy to say that when in reality I'm not fine I'm not good I'm not doing any better I'm doing worse my brother hates me he hits me. I'm tired of pretending it's hard not to cry and scream the voices in my head keep telling me not to yet the inside of me does I wish someone was there so I can say. Someone who sees through me..and who's actually there and not just for my Bob