Ask me how I am.
I'll say I'm fine or that I'm okay
Because that's what I've been
Trained to do.I remember when I was younger, around the age of nine or ten,
I asked my mother why people always say they are fine,
even if they aren't.She looked at me with a smile
And with teary eyes,
She told me that people feel good when they hear good things.So naturally, over the years
I've come to learn that when asked the dreaded question
"How are you"
I'm not supposed to state
How I actually feel
But am supposed to make others feel good by simply lying.And it doesn't sound like much,
Lying for the comfort of others,
But over time
The lies consume you
And soon the answer to that question and to many more becomeRobotic
Emotionless
Meaningless
No one wants to hear how I actually feel
So I fake smile
And tell a lieSo go ahead
Ask me how I'm doingI've learned how to answer correctly over time
ESTÀS LLEGINT
2 A.M. RANTS
PoesiaWelcome to my mind and the places it wanders while I'm laying awake at night. *ps nothing has ever actually been uploaded at 2am* whoops. Very misleading title but whatevs