I pry myself away from my dead thoughts
and pretend to stare inquisitively at my morning cereal as if food science is my major
my mother walks past, and the scenario entirely changes. 
Its like im certified to act differently according to circumstance.
Act like im okay so she wont ask me differently.
"ma, please feed me more cereal" (with a smile)
I get fed.
But i'm not hungry, all i really want is to tell her that my life is in trouble and i want to be saved.