Im okay;

I'm okay. But just sometimes...

Sometimes i cry to the moon at night

I think maybe she'll understand my fight

Sometimes I write and bury a list of all fears

Hide my face and wipe my own tears

They talk about dreams and success

I just feel like a hallucinating mess

Everyone has their passion, their faith, their aim

I'm trying to keep myself sane

Sometimes I cry when I feel like an unwanted friend

Then I distance myself and watch it all end

Sometimes I think I'm too quiet and too annoying

And then I still act like I've been enjoying

Sometimes I write all that I don't have the guts to say

I fold it and hide it from the light of the day

Sometimes I think I'm still just a kid inside

In a world that's too large, cruel, and wide

Sometimes, I wonder but just to myself,

And if a star loses its spark in the vast sky

Who would care? who would cry?

And sometimes I think I'm too much

Overthinking, Overfeeling, Overloving,

And then I feel I'm way to little,

Too average, brown eyes, just middle.

And sometimes I feel guilty for it all

What am I missing? Why do I cry?

Why am I failing? Did I even try?

Im okay. Really, I am.

But sometimes, Just sometimes,

I wish it would end.

The stress, the questions, all the fake friends

I wish I wouldn't make up worlds in my head

And retreat to them every chance I get

I wish I didn't have to dream of the girl who doesn't exist

And talk to her and cry to her like a mad fantasist

But I'm fine.

Atleast, Im sure I will be.