Ask me questions like “How are you?”
And watch me lie.
“I’m fine,” I lie over and over again,
Plastered with a remorseless smile.
My insides tremble, begging me to let out what I’ve been keeping in for years,
But no one cares.
And no one asks with the true intention to listen,
To listen to my sorrows,
Because my woes are merely a phase,
A phase that lasts a lifetime and a half.