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The truth is, I lied when I said I was fine.
I lied about my state of mind.
I smiled and told you I was okay,
When inside there was a slow decay.
I’m usually honest, I’ve nothing to conceal, But I lie all the time about how I feel.
I’ve learned to wear a practiced disguise,
Steady my voice, and smile to hide what’s inside.
Because if I spoke, if I came undone,
Would they still stay close, or would everyone run?
They ask, “Are you okay?”, but don’t wait for my reply, It’s habit, not care, just words passing by.
And I wish, oh, I wish, I could say how I feel, That I break quietly, but it’s painfully real.
So many thoughts I don’t say, things I don’t show, Marks that are hidden, stories no one could know.
I’m tired of stitching up cracks no one sees, Of bending, I’m breaking, i silently plead,
If I were to stop- If I were to say it- What If I let go-
No, no… I lied I lied- I lied I-
I’m not fine.