The Question Unanswered
“How are you?”
I don’t know.
I don’t remember the last time I felt ‘good’.
Is that simply because I cry?
I couldn’t tell you if I knew.
I need a hug.
I need someone to tell me that they understand.
That there’s nothing wrong with me.
You are skating around the real problem and self-proclaiming it is good enough.
Ignoring the gaping hole in between.
While I simply wish someone would be able to see through the many faces I wear.
Is that too much to ask?
Do I have depression, Or is this just how I’m supposed to feel?
Are my breakdowns panic attacks, or just me unraveling?
Do I want to die, or do I just want to disappear?
Why can’t I just be normal?
Do I know me anymore?
I don’t know what I feel.
I don’t know what I mean.
I don’t know what I have seen.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I am a withering flower who doesn’t want to constantly be under care yet still wants to be watered.
I want to be put in a vase where I can flourish because they root for me.
But I am dusted under the broom, with all the other knick-knacks the world picks up.
Sweep.
Sweep.
Sweep.
“I’m good, what about you?”
Marla Joy
Sun 15th Dec 2024 00:25
True reminder of things not said when we ask "How are you?"
Some great phrases here like still wants to be watered and dusted under the broom. Marla