I'm Fine Poem by Daisy May

They ask how I'm doing.
And I say I'm fine.
They ask if I'm okay.
And I say I'm fine.
They see my smile and believe my lie.
They see me laugh and believe my lie.
My Father asks how I'm doing.
And I say I'm fine.
My Father says he hates when I say I'm fine.
But what else do I say?
When that's all I feel.
I'm not happy.
I'm not mad.
I'm not sad.
I'm just fine.
That's all I can say to describe how I'm feeling.
Because how can I tell them the truth?
I don't want to burden others with my pain.
I don't want them to know I'm struggling.
Struggling with myself.
It's better to hide my feelings.
Because if they knew the truth,
They would look at me with pity.
And I don't want their pity.
I want them to look at me deeper.
To see through my fake smile.
To see through my fake laughter.
To look at me and say,
I know you're not really fine.
But they don't.
So instead I smile.
So instead I laugh.
And I tell them,
I'm fine.