Pretending to be okay

I wrote this poem because I was inspired by a friend during one of our conversations.... here is to everyone who pretends to be okay and anyone who has mastered that art because  that's a means to survive

Pretending to be okay
Is my kinda thing
An art I have mastered
A life I have crafted
Yet..
I still cry and die softly

In the depths of my heart
I feel soo much void
Left alone, left broken
My tears and sniffs, mumbled
I left my heart ajar
My keys too far
From reach
And before I could teach
My heart to conserve the little I had store
She let all the care flow
Now my world has become slow
Moving through the motions
I still  cry and die softly

Pretending to be okay
Is my kinda thing
My shield from heart ache
My strength and band-aid
Cowered by neglect
And indifference,
I stealthily rush to my abode
My tears, my secret
My pain,my treasure
I still cry and die softly


Still, I try again
Hoping that my fortunes will be different
Yet, like an owner's rent
I pay again and again
Pretending to be okay
Is my kinda thing
An art I have mastered
A life I have crafted
Yet deep down,
I still cry and die softly