Can someone please ask me, "How are you doing?"
I am tired,
tired of listening to your problems,
yet I don't think I'll ever stop.
I'll continue to put my feelings aside to help you.
I'll continue to bury them deep.
I'll continue hiding behind my shadow.
What if I told you
I am not okay.
What if I told you
I'm drowning in my tears.
What if I told you
I can't do this anymore.
Would you listen?
But never mind.
I can't do it.
I can't tell you the truth.
"How are you doing?"
I'm great.
About the Creator
Yasmine Rivera
I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.
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