Evermore

I’ll be fine

We all tell ourselves

We say it back and forth

I’ll be ok

It’s an admission of pain

But a denial of suffering

It’ll be alright

We stumble over the right words

The pretty words

It’ll all work itself out

We are all just placaters

Afraid to deal with the truth

I am not fine

It might not be ok

It isn’t alright

It won’t work itself out

But we don’t say that

We stay in our safe, make believe utopia where pain is only ever temporary.