I am

I am just fine.
I'm a daughter
that hides her depression
better than any drug dealer.

I'm a sister making
a better impression than
what i'm truly feeling.

I'm a friend acting like
life couldn't be better,
even though i'm waiting
for my clock to run out of time.

I'm a teenager that drowns within
her anxiety and tears almost
every night.

I'm the quiet girl sitting next
to you, asking how your day was to
seem normal.

I'm the one who cares though
i'm badly bruised, and broken.

Silently wishing for someone to
care, i will end my life soon;
that i swear.