The Act

Can you please..?

You think-

You're so...

Do you think it's easy to open up?

You say you're there,

You are there...

It's just me,

my feelings

what I'm feeling

that's overwhelming

I have to,

I need to,

I want to open up.

But the thoughts clog up inside my mouth

my throat's sore

from all the imaginary screaming out,

to someone,

anyone, to help And I-

Yeah, I just can't seem to.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with me?

Can you...

Can you just ask how my day was?

And think, every time I say I'm fine

That I'm not?

Oh yeah, that's usually how it is.

I get irritated when you push it.

I'm sorry.

But can you

keep asking that?

Asking how I am?

Even if I'm truly fine

Ask how my day was

Ask what I'm doing

It distracts those thoughts

and it keeps me alive,

somehow.

Please...

As much as I like doing that to people

It would be nice to hear...

How I act.

Author's Note

I saw something, and it triggered me. It was a tiny thing, and I thought... Oh.