I'm not fine. As hard as I try to act like I am, I'm not. I try to fake it till I make it but that has also become impossible.
I wish I could let out what I'm really feeling. I want to scream my lungs out but at the same time I don't want to speak at all, I want to stay silent.
It gets harder each day that goes by to feel "Just Fine", to keep faking a smile to hide my true emotions. It's hard to keep it together. I don't know how much longer I could hold it all in. I'm a ticking bomb.
I could blow at any minute. That's why I distance myself from people I care most about. I don't want any casualties caused by my explosion.
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Just Fine
Poetry"Fine doesn't mean fine. The scale goes: great, good, okay, not okay, I hate you, fine" - Max Black, Two Broke Girls
