Help me

I guess, what i'm trying to say is, even when we say everything's ok, it not always is, and it's not anyone's job to keep asking when we don't speak up, but, the truth is not everyone needs to know

Help me,

when I beg you not to,

That's when i'm the most desperate,

I know I make you mad, 

you do too,

I just wont confess it,

My pride,

 that you hate so much is just my mask,

fear of disappointing you, 

and i know that doesn't make me sound the most courageous,

but it's being honest about my dishonesty,

that's the least I can do.

Author's Note

Hi! I hope you like my poem and comment, help me out