The Truth Of My Lie

When they ask me,

"How are you?"

As a part of the rudimentary routine,

They learned as they grew up,

I don’t panic.

I don’t worry

About telling them the truth,

Because let's face it.

They don't want to know

About the absolute phase,

My life is at the moment.

That I am broken and my pieces

Are scattered across the galaxy.

Instead,

I tell them, I am okay;

I am fine,

Never been better,

And they readily accept it,

This blatant lie;

I wonder!

I wonder if they are used to being lied to

Or maybe,

They are used to lie as well -

Like me.