Some people have said,
"Where does this come from,
Why are you so full of pain,
How do you think of this anguish
When will you learn to smile
What are you trying to prove?"
And All I say to them is,
"Nothing. It's not real."
They ask again and again,
"What's wrong?"
And I'll continue to tell them,
"I'm fine, it's just writing.
It's meaningless words,
Of meaningless people."
They won't stop asking...
So I wonder. Should I tell them a lie?
Tell them something, anything,
To satisfy their prying curiosity?
Will they stop to think then,
"This girl's been hurt... Why?"
Will they ask why I lied?
Will they still ask me questions?
Or will they leave me alone,
My irregularity gone?
These answers I don't know.
So I can't say for sure.
For now though,
I'll continue to say,
"Nothing it's not real.
I'm fine, it's just writing.
It's meaningless words,
Of meaningless people."