i am fine.
another lie!
you ask me how i’m doing,
but fine is all i say.
i don’t realize my struggle
i don’t realize my pain
i let these words bury
i let these feelings hide away.
i’ve never been “fine”
my emotions have been stronger.
i’ve cried and felt depressed,
i’ve laughed until i couldn’t breathe,
i’ve fell in love and out of it too.
it’s mysterious how i can brush it off
tell a lie to hide it more,
nobody realizes, nobody notices,
except me.
i can not recognize this pain
until it’s too late.
lying does me no good,
when all i am doing,
is lying to myself.