Lying, Unintentionally

She asked me
if I got support from my family,
And without hesitation,
I nodded affirmatively.

My well-adjusted demeanor
couldn't help but hide
The feelings of worthlessness
that I kept bottled inside.

The truth is,
I was crying every night.
I was considering
giving up the fight for my life.

Despite all the good I was doing,
it just wasn't enough.
Mom and Dad call me a failure,
and I can't handle that stuff.

Back in the day, they were happy
to see me wishing on stars.
Now there's no time for fantasizing;
Family debt is off the charts.

None of my daydreaming
or imagination does any good.
And though I've risen to every challenge,
Whisper "Give up," and, believe me, I would.

When she asked about support from family,
I couldn't yet handle the truth.
That all along, I've been projecting positivity.
While reeling from trespasses against my youth.