“how are you?”

a simple question, it’s true

yet how can i answer what you ask

while keeping on my metaphorical mask?

what can i say

to tell you that maybe, i'm not okay?

words blur through my brain

but all i can think of is the pain

should i just move through the motions

pretend i’m comfortable to avoid some commotion?

do you really care or.. wait-

will you get upset if i'm not what you anticipate?

i can’t exactly answer honestly

even so you look at me expectantly

ashamed i stare down at the floor

honestly i wish i could run for the door

my heart beats faster and faster

how long will this last for?

i can’t do this anymore- not now, not here, not ever-

and so, with a smile, i say, “i’m good!”

oh! and, “how about you?”