we were always able
to read each other
and knew when
either one of us would lie
when we asked one another
how we're doing
you keep asking
If I'm okay
and how I'm holding up
and I tell you
that I'm okay
and things are going great
even though
I'm not even close
to feeling that way
and things feel
like they couldn't
get any worse
Is it you can't
read me like you think
you can
or do you not even care
anymore how I truly feel
even though you always
tell me that you do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem