“I’m okay”—
That’s what you always say.
But I can see it in your eyes,
The fear, the doubt, the lies.
You’re not okay,
And neither am I.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoesíaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
lie
“I’m okay”—
That’s what you always say.
But I can see it in your eyes,
The fear, the doubt, the lies.
You’re not okay,
And neither am I.
