Hello

I am not sad. I am not sad.
I think to myself, over and over.

Making sure that the truth isn't apparent.
Lying to myself to make my lie more convincing to others.

I am not sad. I am not sad.
Lying until it isn't a lie anymore, but the truth.

The only thing worse than being sad is having others know you are sad.

I am NOT sad.

Every morning I wake up thinking the day will be better than the one before, and before.
And every night I go to sleep with the same broken promises on my mind, a heavy heart and a heart broken face smile on my face.

I am not sad. I am not sad.

As the days progresses, I find myself wishing to be someone else, somewhere else.

Someone else, somewhere else.

I am NOT sad.