With This Pen I Write

With This Pen I Write,

What my heart wants to say,

But my mind cannot put into words,

With This Pen I Write,

How I feel,

However if someone were to ask me,

I’d have nothing but a forced smile,

And only the ability to mutter,

“I’m ok”

Not because I think they don’t care enough,

Not because I don’t want them to worry,

Not because I don’t want to talk about it,

Because I do,

It’s because not even I know what’s wrong with me…


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