I'm Fine.... a poem from 2009

I was probably fairly upset when I wrote this, it was written in 2009



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I'm Fine

Once someone said,"I'll be your friend,"
But you looked into their mirror and saw the end...

 

 

 

"Let me help you..."
These were the words that have a clue...

Stepping back you could see...
A friend coming towards you maybe???

Looking again, you see the teeth...
Soon on your door would be a wreath...

Turning, you smile, never believing their lies.
You know there is no remedy, no need to cry.

Tomorrow is the same as today.
The game that is called life, you never learned to play.

Someday, from this world your separation will be complete.
To others dismay, you'll be found amount the elite...

 

 

But today, you must pretend.
Pretend all is well, no one must see the love you had to extend.

Yesterday, it is gone away. Today will soon stand in silence.
Tomorrow will stand beside you, speaking openly of all your yesterday's.

 

 

No one knows, no one cares, no one see's, and this is true.
Silence it is the clue.

Withdrawn, separated, distant...
Meaningless words spoken or written, anothers raging rant.

Clueless, distant others believing self-pity it is you.
Life circumstances, overwhelming to you, cause you so much rue...

Another see's your teardrops, and says you should only trust and believe...
Still another say's your pain is not so great, why do you grieve?

Clueless, are the words of the one who has never walked within your shoes.
So you smile and say, "I am fine, and you?"

A smile, and a handshake, locking your grief inside, you can't cry...
Waves of grief threaten to overwhelm, so what do you do? You lie.

Lying again, you cross your heart and wish to die.
No one see's the pain, no one cares, for their sake you must continue in this lie.

Separation, withdrawal, grief you should be over this by now.
So you smile and go on your way somehow.

 

 

Telling others to believe, and to trust...
But inside your words have long since became as rust.

Words that match your face, words that match your voice, are spoken.
But even as the words are said, you know the "Golden Rule" you have broken.

Saying goodbye, you smile and way, saying everything is fine.
Other's believe your lie, perhaps one day you'll cross that line...

Waving, as you turn, hurried you walk away, this one last time.
One day your eyes will close, it'll be time, there'll be no crime.

Perhaps, the faith you claim will hold...
Perhaps, you'll walk upon streets of gold...

Separating, withdrawing from this world, it is easy, so you've been told.
And perhaps it is true, if only the one's you love you could hold...

Someday, you're told you'll walk along those streets...streets of gold.
One day your child you'll hold...

But today, you must pretend that all is well.
Pretend all is well, all is well...

Never crying, never shedding one tear...
You can't cry, because someone needs you to be strong this year.

So you pretend a little longer,trying to not withdraw...
Knowing that your heart has broken from the fatal flaw...

A lie, is a lie, and this you know is true...
The lie that says everything is fine is the one of the upmost rue...

Tomorrow is yet another day.
What you believe to be true, will it hurt to much to say?

You'll always answer yourself the same.
It is better that you pretend all is okay, life it is but a cruel game...

 

 

Life is a game, and someone keeps changing the rules.

Someday, someone will win, so pretend,lie and say everything is fine...
Pretend,lie and say everything is fine, and with royalty you'll dine.

Washed away will be your tears, and grief, everything will be fine.
Smile again, remember all is fine, your heart is as mine...

 

 

Now I'll turn and walk away...
As I see your life you still have to play...

Don't look for me...
You'll not be able to see me...

It is funny, you think you know,
The stars and the moon the shimmer and they glow.

As everyday the lies within are pretended, just for you.
"I'm fine," did you not know...?

And now I will walk you out to see the tears that will not fall.
Had you not heard? It is the stars, see them sparkle, see that one fall?

A shooting star it moves so fast because it is a tear that could never be shed.
A shooting star it is the teardrops of those who are dead.

 

 

Don't worry, when these tears fall.
No one will call.

These last tears of the dead,they'll sparkle and shine.
Tears I could not shed, in a bottle in heaven you'll find.

You see everything is not as it seems, soon from this world I'll depart.
As I leave you'll know I did my part.

Silence I did maintain, a lie, I maintained, till the end.
You see my friend, I really am fine. "I'm fine, my friend..."