Written April 27, 2005
You don’t notice my internal fight.
Somehow, you seem to think I’m all right.
Through all of the words that I tell you,
You still haven’t gotten any clue.
I have problems that I haven’t shared,
But you never asked, or even cared.
What I have to say won’t make much sense,
So try not to have a skull so dense.
I don’t actually want your advice.
However, some concern would be nice!
I doubt I’d say what’s wrong anyway,
But that doesn’t mean that I’m okay.
Do you know what I’m trying to say?
Because this happens every day.