Fine

She kept it all inside her fear, her voices, her thought. as her mother wouldn't understand and her father won't listen. She kept it all inside Her screams would only screams silence and no one would notice how her tears were very invisible. She make herself to believe that she is fine even though fine is far away from where she is She believed the lies she told herself till it's too late, she realized she couldn't speak the truth She only could told others lies she always said to her self. "I'm fine." "I am loved." "I am at my best time." "I'm okay." "You can do this." "Do not give up." "Time will heal our scars." "Nothing is wrong." She kept it all inside Even when all around her started to distance themselves because she couldn't tell them the truth they seek But all the lies she had told were her belief. She kept it all inside, bottled up, ready to burst. But still, it was all inside. And she died inside, everyday. She kept it all inside to feel a bit of what they told as the state of 'fine'. But all she felt was numb, to the point that fine was not a word that meant for her to feel. Yet, she'll told everyone she's fine as the word was meant to be her's.