Little Lies

"Carter Wills"

“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

  • Author: Just Another Fellow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2017 08:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: I believe we've all been there at some point. Where you're not feeling the best, and someone asks how you're doing, and you lie right through your teeth. "I'm fine", you may say, while inside you feel yourself breaking. Maybe it's not the case for you, but I've been there many, many times. I try not to do so now, and try to be as plainly open to those of my friends who ask. But this was basically how it used to go for me.
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