« I'm fine » they say
People ask offhandedly how you're doing
You answer that you're fine and try to put on a convincing smile while you're dying inside
Doesn't everybody realize or at least those who know you that anybody who is "fine" is desperately looking for a way out
Wishing they could be honest but giving you the answer you want to hear so that you don't have to deal with me or acknowledge my cry for help
I know I can't go on like this
That at some point I'll crack
I decide to keep up the facade because I don't want to burden anyone else
Just I few more days with a shallow breaths and my overthinking mind
Because I'm «fine »... right?
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Poems of a teenager
PoetryPoems about daily struggles and overwhelming moments (anxiety, overthinking, trust issues etc.) One of my favorites: We go through the motions Every morning visualizing the moment we will finally be in bed again You wake up, slowly getting through...
