The Right Response

I wrote this on a particularly stressful day of school. People would ask how I was and when I was honest about how I was feeling I was reprimanded, or told others had it worse. This was the result.

"How are you?"

My heart aches, my eyes sting, I can barely stay awake 

because the thought of standing is exhausting.

"How are you?"

My soul is tired from constantly pouring into others,

it breaks me that I keep getting pushed

to be more than I can handle,

and it gets worse when I push myself.

"How are you?"

I'm so broken... why can't anyone see

how weak I am?

"How are you?" 

... Help me...

"How are you?"

...

...

...

"I'm doing OK."

Author's Note

I'm not even sure if this counts as poetry or what it is. Either way, any feedback is much appreciated.

Reviews

[Norah]

A great poem. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Keep it up