i'm fine

i find it funny how far an

i am fine

can get someone

the world could be caving

in on itself and one

frail faked smile

can make someone believe

that the person they loved

truly loves them back

fake it

till you

make it

they say

what if there comes a day

when i can’t pretend like

a magical unicorn is behind

the control desk of my mind

what if in reality i have

an ogre working the machine

and it is ruthlessly banging

around the rage and

self-pity department

what happens when i no longer

believe those three little words

what will happen

will you start to tell me

that

i

am

fine

when honestly i am dying to tell you

that the skies are getting dark

and my heart is starting to feel thick

with the pain of hiding this aching

teeth-chattering truth

that sometimes

i’m not fine