i can't handle this ****
falling atop my head,
because i'm starting to believe the lies.
it has been said, no,
reassured
too many times
with the same false sincerity
smeared across their faces.
it seems they are masking
a lie or a secret.
do they think i'm too
fragile?
they try to comfort me.
constantly.
they try not to point it out,
but the more they say
"it's okay."
the more i know:
my life is not okay.