Resting sad face
"I'm worried about you”
Is a phrase I hear more often than I would like to
They look through me and that's what they see
Am I that obvious?
I am like a doll with only one face to show
A single expression painted on
The forgotten toy in the corner
Covered in dust
Color faded by the sun
My face still the same
Am I that broken?
I appreciate the concern but I hate that I make you concerned
I hate that I look disengaged
I hate that I'm not talkative
hate that I'm not as confident
hate that i always have something going on hate that my face makes you worried
that I have no control
that I'm not happy
"I'm worried about you"
Is a phrase I hear more often than I would like to
voice cracking and legs bouncing
I'm worried about me to


I like how inner conflict drives this poem.
It had to be written. Bravo.
One note: to should be too at the end.