Your wave goes ignored by those who only you know.
Your smile is unseen through the veil over people's eyes.
You lower your hand, slow.
You say, "It's fine. Anyway, my smiles are just lies."

You pretend to be confident, back straight, shoulders back.
You speak loudly, hoping that someone hears you.
You shrink after they look away, knowing confidence is what you lack.
You say, "It's fine. I know that nonsense is what I spew."

You try to always look content and happy on the outside.
You think no one needs to know your suffering.
You pretend you've never cried.
You say, "It's fine. I just don't want anyone to think I'm exaggerating."

But, just letting you know, I'm always here.
It's fine. Let me carry the world with you. I swear I'm not like the rest. I'm not going to disappear.