"How was your day?"
My day, oh my day was fine. Great actually. You know the usual.
I mean the usual acting like I'm fine. Acting like I wasn't up all night, crying silently because I don't want my family to worry. Acting like I'm happy and laughing so my friends don't worry. Concentrating in school so teachers don't think somethings up.
But really inside I'm breaking. But I don't want anyone to worry about me because I'm really fine. But I won't say I'm fine because people know that means I'm not fine. So I'll say I'm good and put on my best fake smile.
The fake smile that people think is my real smile because I've had It for so many years. Even my parents think it's my real smile. Even I think it's my real smile, but I know I'm not fine.
"Yeah my day was good, how about you?"
So it's 2am and yeah these following ones could hit pretty hard.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken poetry.
PoesíaI'm not confident enough to speak out loud so here is my spoken poetry that's not spoken
