"Everything is fine",
It's a lie I've learned to live in,
Every time they ask; and every time I say it like a chant,
I say it devoid of emotion,
Yet they believe it every time without question.
" Everything is fine",
Nothing but a lie to the question at hand,
When the question itself is nothing but a mere pleasantry,
And the answer is nothing but a mask of normalcy in this haunted cemetery .
" Everything is fine",
Said numbly with somber eyes,
Yet no one will question it ever,
No matter how much I hope they hear things I left unsaid,
Not a thing they will suspect.
"Everything is fine",
The only acceptable answer,
Bury the truth; hide away your monsters,
Plaster on a smile and put a mask of normalcy,
So they don't have to worry,
So they don't get uncomfortable.
"Everything is fine",
Said while my heart shatters ,
But the sound of my heart breaking is just white noise to them,
I shout and scream and cry for help,
But they can't see past the illusions,
Really makes you question; do they not see it or do they not want to see it ?
I suppose it is more comfortable to keep playing pretend like puppets in a show,
Than face the ugly truth,
And we will all lie and put up an act like some twisted innuendo.
"Everything is fine",
I say even when the signs are so, so obvious,
But they only see what's convenient,
What they want to see.
Don't be mistaken though,
They will absolutely see your mistakes,
Your absences, your work piling up, your messes,
And they'll point and yell and pretend to be concerned,
All under the guise of being " well- wishers",
But not once will they see what claws at you,
What haunts you,
Not once will they see the truth.
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2026 19:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm spiraling . Anyways enjoy.
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Enjoy your writing
Thanks 🙃
A poem that speaks to hiding the bad and putting on a false face of everything is fine. This hiding of the ill leaves the person behind the mask with their problems without support or aid due to no one knowing the pain. Well written
Thanks alot 🙃
You are most welcome Akshadha
I'm male, born in England now live in Australia, retired. But I remember vividly the trouble I had, the lengths I went to, to individuate from my parents and family in my teens.
You bought it all back to me, but well beyond that, I hope you find a way.
Thanks alot I'm glad you were able to connect with my writing. I hope I find a way too ; even though it feels like I'm too far gone
Please try - although you may have to wait for your early twenties until you can exert some autonomy over your life.
Take care of yourself.
I'll try . Thanks alot though 💗🎀🙃
Just please explore the term 'individuate' and realise this is something everyone goes through (or should).
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