"I'm ok" is what I always say,
But underneath the words my stomach churns, anxiety foreplay.
Then comes the pain and bloat,
lumps start to clog my throat,
drops of nervous sweat slide down my spine...
But I still will cancel the plans.
I still will stay home instead,
Unbathed, unfed, all day in bed,
Living life as though I'm already dead.
I'm ok, is what I said.