81.) i'm fine - (#Week 1 - 'Whelve')

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Prompt: The word 'whelve', contemporarily meaning to bury something beneath something else to hide it.

This is for Week One.

The name of this poem is "I'm Fine".

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You call me down for dinner again,
when I least expect it.
So I start to panic, while my smile gets thinner again.
Sadness, no you don't suspect it.

You don't seem to realise how I try my best to hide my pain from you.
I whelve it gently,
tuck it neatly,
under my carefully stitched facade.
Just so you
can continue to
enjoy your walk along the promenade.

I'm fine,
I said I'm fine, I'm doing alright, there's no need to worry.
When my tears leak when I'm still smiling like a Cheshire cat, I assure you it's not because I'm crazy.

I'm just tired,
maybe I'm just wired
differently,
honestly,
maybe it's a one-off thing,
or something caught in my eye,
you don't even have to say anything,
or wonder why.

Tonight, I sewed the cracks together with needle and thread.
I made sure to conceal my melancholy and dread.
I'm not depressed like they say, no I'm fine.
I'm just carving a new way, a thin line.
Finding new hobbies that's why I'm bored of my old ones, see?
I'm trying to kill the old me and become a new me, see?
It's just evolution, rebirth, so don't be silly.
So put away your rue and your lily.
When you found me at the bottom of the lake,
I didn't mean to scare you for goodness sake.

I'm fine,
what part of that don't you understand?
My mask is mine,
I'm not in denial, do you understand?

So I drown myself in daylight
so no-one would suspect a thing.
I colour me in sunshine
so no-one would say a thing.

Because they'll only make it worse.
Bring attention to this curse.
And then I'd have to admit I'm not fine.
And I refuse to cross that line.
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Host: Cadance232  .
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