I’m Okay

What do I say when you ask if I’m okay?
I smile and nod—
“I’m doing alright.”
But truthfully,
I could break any second.
Like a mirror in hand,
I shatter and crack.

So I pretend I’m fine.
I hide the pain,
the hurt,
the tears.
I don’t let anyone in—
not anymore.

The last time I did,
I broke in two.
Do you really want to add
to my sad repertoire?

I hide my pain.
I hide my tears.
But all I’m really hiding…
is fear.