happy

I like to think I'm happy , Even when there's a weight on my chest , A knot in my throat And dread in my stomach . I like to think I'm okay , But I dread every day , I'll never admit it . Not today . One day I like to think ill be okay , Well , Admit I'm not okay . You have to admit it before it goes away but I have begged to just be okay , That admitting it feels like it will suddenly go away . All of this would be for nothing and I wouldn't even be happy .