Still Strong To Say Am Fine

In the mirror of life, I stand tall and strong, Yet within, a battle rages, fierce and long. A smile I wear, a lie I bear, "Am fine, thank God," I declare. A back that aches, a spirit that breaks, Yet, I hold on, for my own sake. Can't work, can't play, can't join the fray, Yet, I whisper to the world, "I'm okay." In the silence of the night, my tears take flight, Yet, when dawn breaks, I step into the light. Friends see my face, not my hidden case, In their eyes, I'm just part of the human race. "Am fine, thank God," echoes in the air, A mantra of strength, hiding my despair. Deep down, the heavens know my plight, In my day life, I fight the good fight. No peace, no joy, just a hollow void, Yet, I stand strong, my spirit unalloyed. They see my looks, not the pain I book, In the environment, I'm just another rook. "Am fine, thank God," I say with a nod, A facade for the world, a pact with God. In the end, it's a battle of the mind, Still strong to say, "Am fine," yet pained inside.