I'M Fine Poem by Rebecca Dodgson

Shouldn't they see it's all a mask
but those words never were for yourself.
They were so that everyone else
doesn't have to ask.

It's not a promise of perfection,
but the command to relax their salute
and pretend they need a clue,
that they just lack perception.

Darkened eyes
and heavy hints
are tickles in their stomach's pits
as a night terror portrays your lies
they wonder

But when they leav their bed
the revelation is forgotten,
thought a senseless ache in their head,
and their dereliction
is ignored.