I hold everything in.

Believing no one would care,

for the word I say.

I keep it all in,

not allowing anyone in.

When they ask how I am.

I just smile, telling a lie.

That I am fine.

For no one wants the truth.

Which I notice the glances, and glares

when I start to speak the truth.

We are told to brush everything under the carpet.

But I can no longer keep it under.

For the truth will come out