I’m Fine

Interior decor black and rot ceiling to floor,

Macerated heart hungry for the sustentance that is compassion.

Force feeding myself smiles and laughter,

Ingesting all of the falseties until I vomit up my truth.

Never wishing to admit the horrors in my halls or my inner wars raging.

Everyone expects me to be okay. So not to burden I say what you wish.

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