I am fine thanks for asking

I smile like it’s scripted,

Nod like I mean it,

Laugh at the joke while I’m bleeding beneath it.

My mind is a fortress,

My playlist’s a prayer,

I wait in the hallway, but nobody cares.

I’m the king of “I’m good,”

Just saying “It’s nothing,”

Master of dodging the truth when it’s all so crushing.

You say I seem chill —

That’s part of the act,

I’m a highlight reel with a panic attack.

I’m fine, thanks for asking,

Just a little cracked in the casting.

Smiling like I’m not collapsing,

Dancing on a fault line, gasping.

Gasping for air,

Nobody cares…

I’m fine, thanks for asking —

But I scream in my sleep and it’s lasting.

So if you see me laughing,

Know I’m just good at masking.

I text back saying please call,

Then avoid all the calls,

I’m great at pretending I’m not gonna fall.

My room’s a disaster,

My thoughts are a war,

But I still say “sure” when I’m dying for more.

I wish I could say it,

But I choke on the words,

So I write them in lyrics you’ll never have heard.

I’m not okay,

But I play the part,

With a stitched-up smile and a broken heart.

I’m fine, thanks for asking,

Just a little cracked in the casting.

Smiling like I’m not collapsing,

Dancing on a fault line, gasping.

I’m fine, thanks for asking —

But I scream in my sleep and it’s lasting.

So if you see me laughing,

Know I’m just good at masking.

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

I’m fine…

But I’m really not.