I wrote the below piece in school. Obviously. As you'll see. I still feel like this a lot of the time. Just telling people I'm fine. Going about my merry way. Helping everyone else out. Not asking for help myself. But I think a lot of people are like this. We're too proud. And scared. But of what? Rejection? I guess so. Depends really. Anyway... enjoy...
I look up into you eyes, smiling a fake smile.
You ask me how I am and how I feel,
I search your eyes for comfort, I search my soul
For the truth. But I simply reply –“I feel fine.”
Do I really?
Every day I go my usual way,
I walk the school halls non-caringly.
I look you in the face each day,
I put on my protective mask, and I smile at you.
Day after day the same routine, yet in the back
Of my mind I’m screaming for freedom,
Screaming to be myself.
I know if I let go, everything will fall apart
And you’ll see me for who I really am.
I can’t let that happen. So I put on my mask
And I hide behind the shadows of my soul.
Never giving it away… myself.
I can never let you see the hurt and the
Fear I hide, what will you think of me?
So there you are… “I feel fine, nothing’s wrong.”
Don’t worry about me, I’m fine!!!
… NOT …
Author: Maryke Pretorius