Fine
The use of the word fine, and how it never actually means what you think.
Her lips, blood red
Her hair, chocolate brown
Her eyes, wet from the last meltdown
Her heart, full of love
her voice, someone's soundtrack
Her chest, heaving from the last attack
A smile hides many things
A laugh can sounds so sincere
A simple lie can mask a thousand tears
"I'm Fine."
A simple phrase
That hides a major issue
Helping others, not herself
That's her strongest virtue
You'll never see the pain that cripples her every move
You'll never understand the fear that haunts her every dream
She suffers in silence
She cries in the pitch black of night
No one will ever understand the undying fight
"I'm Fine."
About the Creator
Abi Rose Travis
I am a single mom with a passion for many things, but writing has been one since i was 13. So here goes nothing ❤️🤗
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