I'm not alright
Every day is a fight
I pray my mind
Won't win this time
It's just one of those days
Where I'm not okay
Nobody will ask about it
Cuz they'll never know about it
Fake face on and full throttle
I don't talk I just bottle
Till I get home and my head throbs
Even me breaks down and sobs
Everything up inside my mind
Until the pain trickles down my spine
I'd say the place I open up most
Is right inside these little poems
But even here I have a filter
Thoughts far too dark that fill my brain
To let them go, I'd loose my sane

When I get home
I go to work
Not for pay and a wage
For my future phase
For a future family, I might never have
Because I can't let them...