In the back of my mind
I can hear the words forming
“I am fine”
A smile appears on my face
Then a wince
And yet
I still pretend
I am not in pain
There is no wrong here
“I am fine”
“I am fine”
But I’m not
My nerves are on fire
And I am crying
Begging to be freed
From this pain
That claims me whole
Takes my very soul
And destroys all that I am
I am not fine
I can not be
The words form in my throat
But I refuse them
I won’t say them
I won’t utter a word
I will keep it to myself
And pretend with a smile
“I am fine”
While my insides burn
And the rage builds
Teeth gritted
Fist clenched
“I am fine”
To the very end
Let’s play pretend
Spice and Nice 
Brilliant poem. So relatable. Xx
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Such a true poem for how post people are even though they say they’re fine! There’s always a little pain behind that “I’m okay” response. Great Post!!
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Glad you liked it. It’s okay not to be okay
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Agreed 100%
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A very powerful poem and so very relatable.
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Thank you!
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I really love your works. I also write poems. But yours are always relatable. powerful. easy to digest. I love the imagery you’ve conjured up. I just love every lil thing about this poem. It’s saddening. And at the same time, amazing. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you so much!
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