Untitled ("Nothing" Explained)

This is my emo poem, I was working on it, then got distracted, so I never finished it...Oh well, here it is anyway-

Untitled

They all think they know me,
Think they know what's inside,
But there's just too much stuff,
That I've been trying to hide.

Whenever I'm upset,
Or look really blue,
They always ask me,
What's wrong with you?
Nothing, I reply,
As shake my head,
I could explain my problem,
But I say "Nothing" instead.
Nothing is better
Then me trying to explain;
Because they cant comprehend,
Can't understand my pain.

When I think about it,
My problems aren't that bad,
They're just hard to deal with,
And they make me really sad.

-Jon Wimer