Fine


You ask me how I feel.
Fine.
As if you could comprehend the bottomless pit
of emotions running through my body.
Fine.
The easy answer.
The one you want to hear.

You always expect a one word answer
I'm:
Great
Good
Okay
Tired
I am fine.

I say it as invisible tears roll down my face.
Fine.
Emotions running through my body
Just like a tornado in Oklahoma.
Fine.

I am finished.
I am broken.
I am depressed.
I am alone.

But you will forever know me as.
fine.

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