"Are you okay?"

They always say.

"I'm fine." I reply.

But you know, I lie.


I lie that I'm glad.

I lie that I'm not sad.

They never know what's inside.

They never know what I hide.


I lie and say that I'm filled with joy.

I lie and say my demon isn't trying to destroy.

I lie about a lot of things.

And you know, false happiness it brings