A gust of wind tickles my face
Reminding me i should smile
People are observing my mood
And I realise it\'s been a while
I drag my mouth northbound
And twinkle my dull eyes for show
If my eyes aren\'t quite bright enough
I\'ll look sad and they will know
Insignificant topics ventured
As chattering carries the floor
I just don\'t want to hear the words
\"Are you okay?\' anymore!
I pinch myself back to the group
Laugh at something I didn\'t hear
Executing my clever plan
To avoid that question i fear
They don\'t want a truthful answer
They want me to say \'I\'m okay\'
Repeatedly I lie FOR them
So that THEY are not in dismay
My grief feels unfairly hijacked
When I feel sorrow so deep
I avoid this stupid question
Like body and mind avoid sleep
A gust of wind tickles my face
Suddenly, don\'t know what to say
The pack pounce like hungry hyenas
......
\"My goodness, are you okay?\"