They rush around you,
Destinations more important than you,
The slights are accidental or intentional
Doesn't matter since it's still the same
Regardless of what is thought, held, or felt.
After all, being forgotten is more painful as being ignored.
They ask the same questions they ask everyone,
Hearing answers and seeing smiles,
Not listening, not comprehending
The mix of feelings
that just can't be summarized in one phrase in response
to one same question.
They ask,
Not because they want to know
But because they want to hear it-
The same response is good,
The expected response is great,
So make up your mind as you respond
With stretched lips, wrinkling face, grimacing teeth,
A strained answer.
"I'm fine."
Author notes
i'm distracting myself.
"everything's alright" - Motion City Soundtrack
Please tell me what you think
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will you please stop writing "Sad, Angst" poems?
please?
tell me, are you ever happy?
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