my stomach's doing flips,
and my slightest cover slips.
my lip quivers - 
a tiny shiver - 
into two, my mask now rips.

my cheeks flush red,
nothing to be said.
questions crowd,
their words too loud.
i wish i was dead.

i'm fine, i'm fucking fine,
these problems are mine.
just turn away,
this is my every day.
it's not a worrisome sign.

i'm sorry, i'm fucking sorry,
my sight's gone starry.
i can't do this,
my attempts just miss.
so don't even try your pleas.