The people around me

I know them

But I don’t know what they’ve been thorugh

I don’t know and I won’t ask

But something is bothering me

 

Maybe it’s my curosity
Or maybe it’s the fact I’m kinda nosey

But I can’t help but wonder who they are

Below the surface

Is something there

 

Are they a mask

Or are they a real person

I really want to know

 

Are they really the outgoing spirt in front of me

Or are they truley depressed on the inside

The facts surond me

They’re driveing me insane

It’s yes or no

Or a maybe

 

Could it be both

Or is it just a mystery

God I want to know so badly

 

It keeps me up

My curosity

At night I can not sleep

 

Curosity killed the cat

Well it’s also killing me

I think about it so much

 

At least it’s giving me something to think about

Instead of my mind being the hyper ball of mess it can be

At least it’s not a bad feeling

At least my mind is working

 

Maybe one day I can figure it out

Maybe one day I can ask them

Instead of going insane