In solitude, beneath a mask so fine,
"I'm fine," she speaks, concealing inner woe.
A sonnet penned, the truth it shall define,
Beneath the surface, feelings ebb and flow.
Yet shadows cast upon her weary soul,
"I'm fine," a refrain, a silent plea.
In verses woven, pain begins to stroll,
Unveiling depths, where hearts long to be free.
Behind the facade, emotions intertwine,
A sonnet whispers truths she dare not share.
In every line, a hint of the divine,
"I'm fine," a guise, a burden hard to bear.
Within the sonnet's verses, echoes true,
The yearning heart speaks, "I'm fine," subdued.
