Liar, Liar

If you ask me how I'm holding up,
I'll tell you clever lies:
"My depression, oh? It's under control."
"Yes, I'm feeling quite alive."

"No! I am not hurting myself."
"My blades are thrown away."
"I'm finally happy with my life.
"I'm seeing colors, not gray."

"I finally feel like I fit in."
"Happiness returned to my head."
"The pain is gone; I'll stop the act!"
"I'm taking all my meds."

Ha! These lies are cleverly thought;
You'll never see the truth.
I shan't let anyone in on my plan,
For I have too much to lose.

If the whole world thinks I'm happy,
They will not ask to see my arms.
They will not even think to check my waist,
And thus, they'll see no scars.

If the whole world thinks I'm loving life,
They will stop counting my pills.
They'll believe that they are in my gut,
And not in a rotting landfill.

If the whole world believes my crooked smile,
Ha ha! They're in for suprise.
For it is I who'll be smiling,
When I slip through the cracks and I die.