What if I tell you
That I'm not fine
That every new breath
Hurts, so, so much
What if I tell you
That I'm struggling
Just to hold all of
Me together, inside
These pieces of me
Are pushing forth
At the seems of my skin
Trying to fly apart
My mind, body, and heart
All fly in different directions
And I'm the one left hurting
But you wouldn't care
Would you, in your apathy
Take a second look
At the pitiful me
Cowering behind the mask
No, you go right on by
And you think I'm holding
Together fine, just fine
Because that's what I say
Isn't it? That is how
I answer the unending question
Of "How are you doing?"
Because I know you don't mean it
No one ever means it
Do they? No, they just ask
A polite nicety
Just obeying mom's orders
So, I play along
And I give the answer
You want to hear
"Yes, I'm doing just fine."
1 comments:
That is a very powerful poem.
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