This is My World

This Is My World Where do I begin to explain How it feels to know there are more unhappy people In the world today with their fake smiles And sunny yellow dresses And bleak, monotone laughter Where do I even begin to express how it feels To know that not many people even notice or care to notice. So many of us walk around with blinders to the world The music in our headphones blaring or The fingers on the keyboard click clacking away Wrapped up in a conversation with someone who isn’t even there. Someone, who maybe isn’t even important. Too busy to notice the person next to us who cheerfully says “hi” But the expression on their face is so fake I’m afraid it might crumble and fall given the slightest chance Where do I begin in telling you that That person is about ready to explode Like a volcano, spewing lava over everyone, just so they Can feel better, and paste another smile on their face at 6 A.M And continue getting ready for the day. Where do I begin to tell you that I’ve been there. So many times, that the cheerful smile turns more into a smirk And the sunny yellow dress is put high up in the closet To gather dust, in exchange for a dark colored shirt And the monotone laughter is locked up tight in a box so Nothing is heard but silence. And the silence goes unnoticed Where do I even explain How deafening silence can be and how eventually That person who said “hi” to you is lost in the crowd Did you notice? And the silence becomes the status quo Zip your lip and keep this secret Where do I begin to explain That this person Is me.