How Are You?

How Are You?

Whenever someone asks, How are you?

I answer with a customary response…

I’m well and you,

Escapes my mouth like a chiseled lie

I’ve practiced a thousand and one times

 

Yet the taste of it leaving my tongue is still bittersweet

I recite delicate lines when I speak

But what if, I’m not okay?

Is that okay?

To say, my mood is something less than ideal

 

Does it take away from my persona to keep it real?

I don’t know much outside of how I feel

But I’d rather put on a happy face

Then swallow reality’s bitter pill

 

Love always, Esha ❤