What’s wrong with me?

I was staring into the void,

And my feelings were embroiled,

My mind was in a state of confusion,

All I ever thought was just illusion.

”What’s wrong with me?” I asked,

I was alone, so I questioned myself.

I feel I’m so tired,

And I’m not inspired.

When someone asks me ”How are you?”,

I say with a smile ”I’m fine, thank you”.

No one knows, how low I am,

Beneath the stars, my tears gleam.

I’ve never said out loud that I’m sad,

Because the people are so mad,

And because I’m afraid to trust others.

These feelings, no one can uncover.

Szilágyi Noémi   IX. R