People ask me how I'm doing I say I'm doing fine
but I might lose my mind when the truth is I don't really know if I am anymore
if they saw how at night I want to cry I want to scream
if they knew what happens inside my mind past dark
but they say that I'm doing good people say they've seen so much progress
you're doing well they say but am I though I don't really know if I'm seeing the progress or if I'm doing well
but I say that I am but I don't really know if I am maybe it's all just a big lie to myself
people say you're doing good you're doing amazing you're writing your reading you're doing more than what most people are
but I just think that it's all normal it's all something that I shouldn't be proud of
  is there really anything that I should be proud of myself for
if anything I'm just here and just here existing in a world
in a world that nobody really sees me and in a world that nobody seems to care
whether I succeed  or not In a world where people are cruel people are kind
but you never know what side you're going to get
in a world that nobody seems to know what the hell's going on in
a world that people just smile and act like it's fine when we all know that's really not fine