"How are you?"
Do you really want to know
Or will you ask only to say
"It could be worse, so..."
The truth, it seems,
Would only break a heart
So why not continue to pretend
I am not falling apart.
Yes, I'm better than before
On paper, anyway.
Inside it's still rubble
With more every day.
So instead when asked
Today how I am
A smile will appear
"Doing quite alright, maam."
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
