I’m dealing well because I have to,
I put on a smile,
Pretend I care,
A facade,
Faking, lying, acting
My friends think me a bad liar.
If only they knew.
That I’m not really as happy,
As I usually seem.
It’s getting harder to fake it.
More difficult to make believe.
So loud, so loud,
Deafening loud,
Always,
No end
Relentless
The headaches aren’t real.
They’re just the noise from everything else,
Mind racing at all times.
So
Loud.
All the time.
Words and numbers,
Key words,
from science and mind working games,
Music and ideas,
Mixing and churning,
Melding into molten memory.
Painful.
Now I guess you have a small idea,
of what I thought was normal.