She tells me that I’m not going through

With all the things that I’m supposed to do.

I say I’m trying but I can’t say why,

So I cover up with another lie.

She pulls me into the other room,

She asks me “What’s wrong with you”

It’s not like I could say it, if only she knew.

He tells me that he knows somethings wrong,

Because he can tell when I’m not strong.

I tell him sorry but I can’t say why,

So I say nothing, because I won’t lie.

He calls me when I’m alone in my room.

He asks me “What’s wrong with you?”

It’s not like I could say it, if only he knew.

I tell them I promise I’m not trying to run,

I just have trouble with motivation.

I swear to them I’m not trying to make them mad,

But sometimes there’s no reason for being sad.

I pull myself away to another room.

I ask myself “What’s wrong with you?”

It’s not like I could say it, if only I knew.