But really... (A response to I'm Fine)

I wake up each day, a new dawn,

 a new beginning, filled with new possibilities 

letting yesterday's failures fade

and yet they stick to me like the sap from a tree. 

The world expects to hear that "I'm fine..."

everything is just dandy over here while in my mind

 war rages with the person who I am and who I want to be. 

They say depression is not of someone but rather a manifestation of your creation.

They say anxiety is nothing but a few nerves here and there

about today's big test and tomorrow's school decathalon. 

They say eating disorders (or ED, as I call him) is a choice in which

you are the sole aggressor

BUT REALLY... 

really life handed you cards too cruel to admit

and that's unfortunate because life isn't necessarily fair.

 Some may say that "there's always a reason" for the 

situation you find yourself in

that some power outside your control wants to show you 

something you may not have known. 

Yet you look away 

unsure of what to say to an idea so incredulous 

it almost seems like a joke,

BUT REALLY... that's okay

because faith isn't for everyone though it is for some.

And you may only need a good few

to stand by and say "hey, i'm. with. you."

to walk by your side and pick you up when you just want to hide

to make you laugh on the hardest days. 

See here, society has this fantasy of what life is supposed to be

but they forget that YOU are uniquely, wonderfully, yourself. 

So, Depression may wander the woods of your mind

while Anxiety tried to creep up from behind with ED right by his side

but it's not your fault and it's not invalid 

because really,

it will always be a part of you. 

But that's why we have those good few,

the ones who drag us out of bed and give gifts without national causation,

let you cry until your eyes go red

and still have their own shit to deal with...

but love you too much to not try and brighten your day. 

As the sun sets you realize 

maybe it's not so bad after all 

I may not have alot but I have just enough

and as you drift to the sweet sound of dreams 

a smile lay on your face 

because REALLY,

"i'm fine" no longer holds you captive 

knowing that the morning will always come. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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