my new poem:

You asked me how I'm doing,
I smiled and said, "I'm fine."
But you looked a little closer,
And asked me one more time.
So I opened up a little,
Let the silence break apart,
Spoke the truth I rarely whisper
From the corners of my heart.
I told you what was heavy,
I let my sorrows speak,
But somewhere in my telling,
I began to feel too weak.
You said I was exaggerating,
That I shouldn't feel this way,
And now I wish I'd stayed quiet,
Kept my pain tucked away.
I'm sorry — I wasn't trying
To lay it all on you.
I know you've got your battles,
Your hidden bruises too.
It's rare I ever open,
And I thought you'd understand.
But now I feel like trouble,
Like a burden in your hands.
So next time if you ask me
How I'm really doing inside,
I might just say, "I'm fine," again —
And let the real me hide.
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