It Can Always Be Worse
I am asked everyday
How are you feeling?
I hesitate every time.
Do I answer truthfully?
Do I lie?
Do I keep it real?
Truth is best today.
I tell it all over again as if it were something new.
I leave out I’ve lost hope today.
That is their cue.
Their words pour forth through my ear piece.
I feel like I’m drowning.
I struggle to breathe.
It can always be worse they say.
Such a terrible one lined verse!
What does that mean anyway?
I’m not dying today so it’s not bad enough?
I guess the tragedy is
They won’t see it was worse than they thought.
I should have lied and said I was fine.