It's fine

It's fine...

say it once, say it twice.

It's fine...

say it ten more times

but you don't believe that, do you?

the grievance in your heart doesn't fade, does it?

you say you don't want to be impulsive, so you take a deep breath and put on a fake smile

but it only makes you feel worse, doesn't it?

you smile politely, yet their presence repulses you.

clenching your fists, whispering at intervals

those words you so desperately cling to-

it's okay...

but if you were really okay then-

why do your tears fall?

why does it hurt?

you bottle up every heartache, every betrayal,

seal them tight and expect that they won't burst,

are you that naive?

your laughter is the saddest thing of all

you hide your grievance within it,

laugh them all way

until you forget how your real laughter sounds like.

until your laughter is only a reminder of your hidden pain.

my dear, you truly are, too pitiful.