Good girl linn

Quietly tired is what I’ve become,

I don’t talk about when I’m hurting, not to family or friends,

I’ve learned to break in silence, to dry my own tears, to keep moving,

On the outside, I still laugh, I still show up, I still function,

But on the inside, I am worn out,

Even when I need someone, I don’t reach out anymore,

It’s easier to pretend I am fine than to explain a pain 

that nobody seems to understand.