“May I help you?”
The answer is always, “No, thank you”
And then I say I am fine
When in reality my words are nothing more than lies.

My heart is so weary

Of trying to pretend I am feeling cheery.
Behind those laughing eyes
Lies pain on the face in whose falsehood lies.

Broken heart and broken dreams
A false facade hides in those unheard screams.
Pain no one could ever imagine
Fights a fight that no one can ever win.

“May I help you?” The clerk repeats
And again I say, “No,” as our eyes meet.
Things are not okay nor will they ever be okay.
Although every night and day in my heart I pray and pray.

by Lana Golembeski

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