I’m not really
fine, and when you ask me that
with bright eyes, I will only
give you lies that spew in the form of
a lingering smile. I will try
Talking about the weather until it
seems to bore you, enough to make you stop,
but you stay like you actually want
to keep me company. Please, don’t even bother.
“Are you okay?” you suddenly
point at my hands. when you notice them quiver.
The tremor is from the pills I pop every morning – I don’t actually have
a caffeine buzz- 24/7, you know.
don’t worry, I will say. But do you actually think
there’s nothing wrong. when a smile is too bright? Do you think
I’m fine. every time you ask? Of course not. Because
You smile. just as brightly.