The song bottled

A lot of people asking how I’m doing lately.      
I tend to lie and say that I am doing fine.        
Secretly I think most of these people hate me,      
and that they’d rather turn an eye, then read between the lines.        
       
Though the same sad song on repeat can be irritating,      
for me this song forever gnaws at both my soul and mind.        
It plays so loud it drowns out every thought in waking.        
At night, no dream can seem to leave it’s haunting themes behind.        
       
At times, my fight seems to me to be not but forsaking,        
when others would have me banish battle cries, to my lonely insides.        
Still I’d rather bottle up than open up to people faking,        
as they play concerned to pained faces, just to jest at spines.