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 ❤