Truth or Lies?

Do you really want the truth?

Or do you want me to say

That everything is perfectly fine?

Because you know me well enough

To know that I am never ok

You know of my habit

And you know of my diagnosis

The docs call it Single Episode Sever Depression

Everyone else just calls it being fucked up

I call it “Leave me the f**k alone”

But damn my Gemini side

Cause it makes me need people

It makes me seem bi-polar

Oh! What joy!

So we all know my problems

And no one gives a damn.

You ask if I’m ok

As if you actually did

So

Do you really want the truth?

Or do you want me to make you feel better?

And say everything is just ok.