Joy Fetherolf

I'm fine

You ask me how I'm doing

The two words roll off my tongue

But leave my lips scorched


I don't want you to believe it

I want you to ask again

I know that my answer is far from the truth

And I know that I said I'd never lie to you




You must understand

If I told the truth to everyone

The first time they inquired

There would be hearts who don't care 

Linked with brains who know too much


So please be patient

With my little white lies

I am only guarding my heart

From those who are undeserving


And if I decide to tell you the truth

Please be careful with it

I am trusting you with a piece of myself


You ask me how I'm doing

Without hesitation

The deceitful syllables pass through my burning lips

"I'm fine"


  • dusk arising

    Well described lie we use all too often here. I like your style.

  • orchidee

    Know what you mean. I, and surely lots of others, do it from time to time. Would folk listen if we replied, 'Actually I'm not fine'?

    • Joy Fetherolf

      i found myself doing it all too often for a time. since i wrote this last year, I've started being more honest with myself and others. but there certainly are times when my inner feelings are not meant to be shared with people who cannot be trusted.

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