Its different When you tell yourself That no one loves you When

Its different
When you tell yourself
That no one loves you
When it's the dead of night
And there is no one there to hear you
But when its the middle of the day
And the house is full to bursting
With those that claim to be family
And the tears escape in body wrenching sobs
That echo off the thin, plain, white walls
And escape out the open door
And not a single soul
Stops to wonder if maybe
I was lying,
That I'm absolutely
Not okay