Part #1: I'm Fine
I scream at the top of my lungs;
And no one bothers to even look up.
Fixated, unwaveringly so, upon this one goal:
To create the right impression.
They look away,
Indifferent to the pain,
Callous to the torment.
They keep their eyes averted,
For fear of seeing what lies beneath.
I sit up straight
With hair parted,
Greased in place;
No lock unchecked,
No detail missed.
I am as I should be.
I am as they wish me.
I am fine.
I can do this.
I can survive.
You laugh at me.
You mock me.
You think I can't do it.
That I can't survive.
You claim I shouldn't have to.
That I can be free.
You torment me with your words.
The pain emanating from my chest crushes me.
I've come to accept my lot:
That I just need to survive this next moment.
Then I can breathe.
It will all be over soon.
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