I let the tears fall
Only when I'm alone
I don't want their prying eyes on me
I don't want their pity.
"Are you okay?" they ask
"Yes," I answer.
No. I'm not.
I dry the tears
I always do
Before I open that door,
before I walk down those stairs,
before I turn around.
It's just easier, when they don't know
I don't want them to worry
So I hide it behind a mask
Behind a fake smile
I haven't been okay in a long time
I'm still not
But I'm getting there
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