The Lie I Tell...

Is small, but bigger than you all know.

It's something that is asked often, but I Lie every time.

A white Lie that grows a shade darker each time it is told.

Do I mean to Lie? Yes...

No.

Do I want anyone to know the truth? No!

Yes.

Finally, see the sadness behind my eyes...

(But I'm sure it is oh so noticeable.)

My Lie holds the shattered pieces together...

From the stones that have been thrown in my glass house.

The cracks are there but to all of you...

I keep myself "intact" and "happy."

Go ahead.

Ask the dreaded question...

Hopefully, I will actually mean it...

Or maybe I will continue to say the rehearsed line...

"I'm fine."