You’ll ask how I am
And I’ll say that I’m fine
Then you’ll give that look
Like I’m being snide
If you knew how my anger
was the last to survive
how affection eludes me
as I’m boiling inside
If you peeked at the shadow
snaring my thoughts
and the vortex of voices
pushing sinister plots
If you felt how my stomach
refuses to eat
or heard my mind screaming
to race into the street
If you held my confusion
in the palm of your hand
you’d crumble to pieces
and ask how I stand
If you learned of the stats
in regard to my mind
you’d see that my ******
will likely be mine
So when you ask how I’m doing
And I say that I’m fine,
know I’m vaulting the bar
simply being alive
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
You’ll ask how I am
And I’ll say that I’m fine
Then you’ll give that look
Like I’m being snide
If you knew how my anger
was the last to survive
how affection eludes me
as I’m boiling inside
If you peeked at the shadow
snaring my thoughts
and the vortex of voices
pushing sinister plots
If you felt how my stomach
refuses to eat
or heard my mind screaming
to race into the street
If you held my confusion
in the palm of your hand
you’d crumble to pieces
and ask how I stand
If you learned of the stats
in regard to my mind
you’d see that my ******
will likely be mine
So when you ask how I’m doing
And I say that I’m fine,
know I’m vaulting the bar
simply being alive