'So, how are you doing? ' You ask with a smile.
Inwardly I cringe, For some reason that question always makes me feel like I'm on trial.
I don't think you really want to know,
That this thin smile I muster is just for show.
I can't talk about the weight on my shoulders
This constant crushing weight like a boulder.
You don't want to hear about my lack of sleep,
The nagging anxiety and worries I keep.
I don't want you to see how imperfect I am,
Or how nothing ever seems to work out like I plan.
' I'm okay. ' Comes my automatic reply.
'Just okay? ' You press, and I try not to sigh.
Today was okay, at least in my eyes,
Not once today did I want to die.
I ate all three meals and got up and about
I played with my dog and I even went out.
I want to say that sometimes okay is a win
Okay can be great in the world I live in
But instead I just shrug and you awkwardly turn to go
I don't blame you, there's too much that you never can know.
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety, depression, survival
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