Fleeting Words

Truth so easily swayed by a smile and a simple "I'm fine"

(When it's anything but that.)

Friends, family, look on clueless. Never seeing past the surface, never seeing the torment within.

(Unaware of the late night cries or the relentless self hate I give.)

They simply look on. 

They don't persist, only talk and talk. While I simply sit there, nod and reply. Still smiling.

(I want to scream and shout. Just let it all out)

I spout nonsense in response, sweet nothings like I’ve always done.

(Cursing at myself, for failing yet again)

In their eyes, nothing is wrong as this dead-end conversation continues.

(While I still pretend like everything's alright. Masking the storm..)

And as we bid our goodbyes, as they turn away, I only stand there, still smiling.

(I want to reach and grab their hand. To finally let someone..anyone in.)

“Wait.” 

(Just a fantasy. Nothing more. A simple wish.)

“Please..wait.”

(Fleeting words wishing to escape, letting it all out. Leaving it bare to them)