There's a killing thought

A lump in my throat

Sorrow in my eyes

I hide in a disguise made of fake smiles and laughs.

The colorful bracelets hide the truth. Why I won't go swimming doesn't bother you.

I look in the mirror and see the truth.

I walk among the living. Even though I'm dead.

I say I'm fine or ok

But I won't tell you what I really want to be said.