So many of us know by now
To never say "I'm fine"
'Cause when a person says those words
We all look for a sign
Eye bags just a shade too dark
Smiles without crinkles
Hair that's greasy and unkempt
Clothes chock-full of wrinkles
So even when I'm feeling "fine"
I still just say "I'm good"
Flashing teeth and moving on
Just like I know I should
Because if you can't take the time
To really look at me
If you and I sit down to talk
And still you cannot see
Then I don't think that you should know
The troubles in my mind
Because I do not trust that you
Will still be quite so kind
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
