“I\'m fine,” I\'d lied, at the time
Really not, cried at home, alone
“It\'s okay”, I said, false lack of worry, and dread
On the outer, at least, inside a darkened feast
“I\'ll live,” I said, with a plastered smile
The lies, they’d built, all the while
I never told the truth
For fear of what would follow.
And yet hidden behinds words of couth
all of it remains so empty and hollow