When she looks her momma in the face, she knows.
But she reassures, looks her in the eyes
And says
"I'm fine."
The same question followed by the same phrase
It doesn't faze her.
it's just a phrase
That people say
It has no meaning.
maybe she meant it.
Perhaps she feels a way she just can't explain
And that was the closest thing.
"I'm fine"
Maybe it's just a phase
She'll get over it one day.
She's just stuck in a haze
She thinks about the good old days
It sets her ablaze
It weighs on her spine.
Why did things have to change?
It's a cliché
Pretending they're fine all the time.
Everyone does it
But no one's ever fine.
There's only one way to rephrase
"I'm fine."
Tell someone, you trust
The reality of how your feeling.
This time when her momma asks her
She won't say the same phrase.
Cause that's all it is
A phrase.
It's not okay to feel this way.
She'll say,
"I'm not okay."
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Occupational Hazard
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