As I sit here so quietly-- just writing away,

No one seems to notice me

No one seems to care.

We’re all caught up in our own little world;

Focused on looking poise, cool, and strong.

When really that’s not true,

But nobody knows except for me and you.

We say good morning, hello, and goodbye;

But do we really mean it,

Or do we say it just to look nice?

When I ask you how you’re doing,

I’m sure you’ll say just fine;

But really you’re breaking inside.

So as I sit here writing--

And no one seems to notice,

I cannot help but wonder--

What feelings they all are hiding deep down inside.