Chocking out the universal lie
Is a reflex
Because it’s polite
And no one cares
Because asking how you are
Is the same like
The same reflex
The same polite manner
And no one looks for a real answer
Cause the moment you break the flow
You’re the attentions
And as you answer awkward questions
You ask
Why couldn’t I just say I’m fine?
Why didn’t I lie?
Because maybe you got sick of lying
Everyday
For the rest of your life
Maybe you’re done
Making your body a Pandora box
All you emotions
Fueling your temper
Fueling your frustration
Furling your desperation
Poisoning you
Because you thought
That
Was the best way
To live
Because you lied to yourself
And now it’s cancer
Trauma
You can’t get rid of
Like when you rum
Till you puke
And every time you run after
All you think of
Is that
Because other people
Expect the mask
The belligerent bear cat
The fiery girl
With a tongue like a blade
And you hate it
Cause every time you talk
You end up cutting yourself open
And living
Is just a matter
Of hiding the bleeding