Illusion of Being Okay

She sits on the bus and keeps her glare fixed at the bright sky Not really interpreting the sun or the many birds that fly She reaches her classroom and freezes to a rock Eyes fixed to people as they chatter away and walk Her mind has used the portkey to travel to another world Where of the people who know her and come to talk to her, there ain't a dearth Even in a yacht in the middle of a sea, she feels sucked up by air And maybe sometimes feels as if life has been thoroughly unfair. With all delicacies on her platter, she simply doesn't feel like eating Her solitude and reclusive attitude causes her to get a scolding Yet, as some angel asks her, "How are you?", She indifferently replies back, "As great as I can be", without giving it a thought or two Who shall explain She needs to talk to someone without thinking it as lame It is okay to sometimes not just feel like it But you must make sure to carve out some time to sit Allow your mind and heart to go in sync. Let us all vouch for healthy mental being So that one day we can have related taboos-- nowhere to be seen.