Why do some people ask if you’re ok

Then turn on their heels when you say you’re not great

It makes you feel like it’s all in your head

Or that they really don’t care, they’re not really friends

So mostly I lie & say everything’s fine

But the turmoil is real that boils in my mind

The weight of the burden I constantly hide

Crushes and withers the woman inside

But I still carry on, though sometimes it’s hard

Because the remnants of me, still beat in my heart

So, I’ll try to walk tall, won’t curl up and die

The instinct is strong, to live, to survive!