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On the Mend

by Lydian Beck

Here I go again
Another bullshit lyric confessing all my sins
Self-deprecating to the point that even Plath would cringe
I lie through my teeth swearing I’m on the mend
But the worried phone calls keep pouring in
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Well that depends

11/04/2012

Posted on 11/05/2012
Copyright © 2026 Lydian Beck

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/05/12 at 01:12 PM

Isn't that always the case? How are you? I'm fine, depending upon what you mean by fine! We all wear our masks, putting them on, taking them off based upon our current need. As someone once said "cheer up things could be worse", so I cheered up and sure enough things got worse.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/08/17 at 03:23 PM

Short and to the point...well expressed poetic statement of internal turmoil. Love the ending.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/08/17 at 03:23 PM

PS: Congrats on POTD.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/08/17 at 05:11 PM

I love the structure of this visually and the clear division between what goes on inside and what is shared with the outside. Congrats on POTD!

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