I'm always fine.
I'm sorry if I am acting odd,
But honestly, I'm fine.
She looks away when you catch her eye,
Asks you how you are,
Even though you have just asked the same...
Does this not seem strange?
She acts like being fine,
Is all part of the job description,
She bottles it up inside,
I wonder what she hides.
She sits down and listens to your problems,
Listens and thinks intently,
But have you not seen that far off look in her eyes,
That appears every once in a while?
It never stays for long,
Pops in then straight back out,
Sometimes she has to shake herself,
To bring her thoughts back to reality.
Do you ever notice,
How she never says whats truly on her mind?
Does it worry you?
Keep you up at night?
Her skirt it twirls,
In the midnight sun,
As she spins around,
Never letting you see what she holds.
When you get an honest answer,
When she can look you in the eye,
When you ask how are you,
And do not recieve a lie.
Only then will you truly know her,
Have finally gained her trust.
This hidden beauty till then,
Will walk away into the dusk.
I'm okay, I'm fine,
Do not fret.
Honestly... she whispers,
I'm honestly okay.