Is everything okay?
'Is everything okay?' She asked with a sense of duty not care.
This tells me that even the deepest of pains cannot be concealed. Humans know humans.
All those wasted hours I spent on pampering my appearance to hide behind a mask of beauty have been wasted.
My reflection routine of practising the performance of emotions must have been ineffective.
In response I say, ‘yes I’m okay!’ trying desperately to regain my voice to a lively and innocent nature. Not a tortured and tired one.
I see her mirror my forced smile. I am aware I have done no fooling.
Maybe I should’ve asked why she considered asking such a question.
Are. You. Okay?
Such simple yet strong words.
These are the very words that can save or break people.
On the receiving end you have a big decision to make. To open or to be closed.
Out of a sense of self-protection I instinctively flow into a closed response.
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