The Battle

A Poem by Mohit Gautam

you look perfectly fine
with that smile
and nod in approvement
when inquired and greeted.

yeah, it's really fine
when you're smiling in silence,
choosing to filter,
what's in your mind.
as with exposed reality,
those eyes won't be delighted.
it's really fine,
when you choose to speak
what they want to listen.
it's really fine,
when they'll be okay
as you look fine enough.

was it really okay?
to be not okay
when,
crying is for pathetics.
and being not cheerful
is considered dull and weak.

but it's fine,
atleast you're brave enough
as you're not sobbing in the middle
of hundred strangers
but only,
in the pillow and sheets.
yes, you are brave enough
as you're truly being
as they want you to be
"the perfect and sweet"

fake it, it's fine,
and not fine when you don't.
blend in,
smile out.
struggle is real,
but real struggle is to hide.
as no one cares
about the truth behind.