No, I’m Not Ok
When you can see my agony
Know that I’m playing the part
Wearing the smile
Going the extra mile
Pretending. Playing. Performing.
When you can hear it in my trembling voice
Fumbled words. The knot in my stomach.
Rehearsing. Conforming. Seeming.
When you can sense it in my ice-cold touch.
When you see me resurrecting and erecting these walls
Painting a mirage of bliss.
A Facade.
You are but a spectator to my fragility.
Why then won’t you ask, are you ok?
No, I’m not ok.
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