“how are you?”
a simple question, it’s true
yet how can i answer what you ask
while keeping on my metaphorical mask?
what can i say
to tell you that maybe, i\'m not okay?
words blur through my brain
but all i can think of is the pain
should i just move through the motions
pretend i’m comfortable to avoid some commotion?
do you really care or.. wait-
will you get upset if i\'m not what you anticipate?
i can’t exactly answer honestly
even so you look at me expectantly
ashamed i stare down at the floor
honestly i wish i could run for the door
my heart beats faster and faster
how long will this last for?
i can’t do this anymore- not now, not here, not ever-
and so, with a smile, i say, “i’m good!”
oh! and, “how about you?”