I Am Good

Hey! How are you?

Wait!

Don’t tell me.

I already know.

“Good” right?

Good, good.

That is exactly how I expect you to be.

Me?

Oh I’m good.

Just As You expected of me.

No wrong turns; no messy curves; nothing surprising; all is solid and content and clear.

Seriously, don’t worry about me

There’s no need for you to stop what you’re doing to hear my ridiculous, dramatic, emotionally blinded rantings about how my dad died like this morning or whatever cause I am just good! I swear okay? Now go about your business and have a nice day.

But when I turn around to face the wall, the weight of my lie is a heavy fall into half dried cement and anxious “lawls”

You can’t hear me when I cry so deep in to my pillow because the first of things that flicks out of my mouth is not drool but “good”

Not humanity but good”

Not sincerity but “good”

Not trust but “good”

I am good.