When you ask me if I’m okay I say,
“yes” or “I’m fine” but the truth is
I told you I was fine because you didn’t need to worry.
When you ask about the scars on my wrist I say,
“It was my cat” but the truth is
I don’t even have a cat because my dad is allergic.
You ask me so many questions and I have been lying.
Sometimes I really am okay,
And I truly am just tired and I actually do have a headache.
So please will you stop asking me if