Please don't ask me 'How are you, '
My heart is heavy, my mind askew.
Tired of lying, tired of the guise,
I'm not fine, I'm not good, let me be true.
Words of 'I'm fine, ' spill from my lips,
But a smile, a facade, upon my face it grips.
Truth is a stranger, to the words I say,
here, nobody has the time, to hear me say.
Why am I not okay, why do I hurt?
Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a desert?
The weight of my thoughts, a heavy load,
But to unload them, I'm on my own.
So please don't ask me, 'How are you, '
For the truth, my dear, I can't pursue.
Let me be, in silence and in pain,
Till the day, when my heart can be free again.
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