1. One simple question,
A question that comes up in every,
colourful conversation,
A question that is so simple,
Yet finds a way to haunt me,
every single minuet,
of every single day,
2. A two word answer,
Nothing more,
Nothing more,
From the fear that they will see through me,
See through me like a window of a shop,
I\'m not simple,
I’m a complicated maths problem,
A maths problem that doesn’t even know how to solve itself,
So why,
Why should it expect anyone else too,
3. Three words,
“Are you okay”
Such a simple question,
Yet it finds a way to tie knots in my throat,
and an anchor my feet to the ground,
and holds me at sea like a,
Boat in a storm,
4. Your boat is floating,
While mine is slowly sinking,
You are building your boat up to make,
it as tall as the sky,
to reach the stars,
whilst I,
I am filling in the cracks along the bottom of the boat,
So I don’t drown,
We are in the same ocean,
But not the same storm,
Do not say you see the clouds,
That hover above my head,
5. When I cry out for help,
As the waves crash against,
My sails,
And break the floor below my feet,
No one comes,
No one cares,
Because no one can hear me,
Past your boat that you have built so high,
Maybe reaching the stars was your goal,
But you have cast a shadow over me,
6. When someone says cry me a river,
I laugh at the thought of adding to my ocean,
My sea of emotions,