How have you been she asks, with the smile that makes me shrink into the fabric chair.

The list of things I wanted to tell her suddenly disappear from my mind and all that remains is the answer she wanted to hear.

The answer that tells her I'm better now,

That tells her I'm 'on the road to recovery'

I can't help but change the subject and make a sarcastic comment every time the conversation gets too heavy.

Before I leave she asks me to rate my mood.

1 is rainbow unicorns

10 is me

I tell her I'm a 5, its the answer she wanted to hear anyways.

She looks into my eyes and smiles once more,

And once more I shrink, this time into the airy space between the enclosed room and the outside world where no one gives a shit if you need help.

And one more I smile back

I tell her I'm ok.

That's what the wanted to hear...


© me