A tip,
from one mess,
to another.
It sounds better,
more believable,
like a long-sleaved sweater,
hiding the red marks
littered across your skin.
Kind of like a magician's
final act,
convincing the audience
to believe their eyes
instead of their minds.
Everyone knows
"I'm fine," is a lie,
but everyone
can't be bothered
to question the words
that everyone speaks.
