She asks, “Are You Okay?”

Yes, of course

Well, sometimes

But also no,

never at all

 

I’m tired of faking the smile,

Of pretending and eggshell-walking over your

Quarter-century of doing the easiest

While I suffer the consequences on the other side

 

So no, I’m foul

Almost always

And every of the time

But yeah, I’m okay

 

(Hour 12) 

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