dear people I love, please treat me better
you have no idea how hard Ive been trying to be good to you
to be happy when you are and to be comforting when you’re not
to go out and drink with you and act as though I enjoy it.
when this pretense gets old and I get tired, be patient
please don’t interrogate me with questions
‘why are you sad’ ‘are you depressed again’
‘whats wrong this time ‘cheer up your life is perfect’.
I’m tired because I spend each day pretending to be okay for you all
on the days I can’t do that please cut me some slack.