How are you?
I answer with a smile and say
"I'm fine"
But I am I really fine ?
Saying what I feel with this feeling
This feeling of guilt
Guilty of pouring my feelings
Even if they say it's fine, it's not to me
Are you okay?
I answer with a smile again and said
"Yes I'm okay, why?"
I question them so I won't spill
Afraid to be get judged or called fake
Yes, my life may be great and wonderful
Yet I don't think I can call myself my Father's girl or my Mother's daughter
Is everything good?
Once more I smile and say
"Yes, I'm good"
Even if I wanna cut the line
You ask why are you sad and down
when you have everything
Yes I have everything I ever want
But did I really work hard to even earn it?
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