Mama asks me,
"Why do you smile everytime the thermometer touches your head?"
How do I tell her I live in a world of illusions
My hope is shaggy yet I hold dreams with my shivering hands and blotched arms
Light is seeping through the holes in my lungs faster than air
And my heart clotted, has stored darkness
But I nevertheless believe
A smile can make it all alright
'I am okay ma. It'll be okay'
And I smile wider
As the lies feast on my soul