I’m fine.
I really am.
Criticism doesn’t deter me.
It makes me get better in the end.
The ******* people say will make me have the last laugh.
The effort I’m putting in to push people forward is fine, everything’s fine. The sad look in my eyes doesn’t mean anything, I’m just in a fantasy where I can’t appreciate what I have.
Being treated as a number is fine, it’s normal.
I can deal with it. I've been dealing with it.
I’m fine being someone’s comfort, I’m fine with having to be happy for them
Even if I’m crying inside.
I’m fine with keeping these tears in when they threaten to spill.
I’m fine with receiving hate.
I’m fine with giving honest opinions
Yet lying if they hit too close to home.
I’m fine with being a ***** sometimes,
    it’s
        just
            who
                  I
                   am…
I'm fine....
      *Can you see through my lies?