Pretending to be happy when sad
lying about being mad.
Shadows cloud blue eyes,
while smiling at dark skies.
Feel the rain cold and wet
hopelessly trying not to fret.
Shivers arching a straight spine,
repeatably saying, “I’m Fine”.
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Author:
L. Wolfe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2017 03:05
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Erm, a 'fine' write. We may all it at times, say 'I'm fine'. We might not know some people very well.
Then what happens if we might say 'I'm not fine'?
Good write, we all say I am fine in spite of how we feel, we just get on with our lives.
I believe we can all relate. The image we all try to create of ourselves causes feelings of solidarity; however, we are not alone, we all wear a mask. I hope light shines upon you soon! Well done 🙂
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