tiny white lies

I don’t know about you, maybe
you like those tiny white lies
people say - Everything
will be okay! I promise! -
but I want to be taken
by the shoulders and
shaken and looked in
the eyes and told “Maybe
it is all in your head. But
you could also be fading away.
How should I know?” And
I want you to look at me
in the fucking face when
you tell me “Well, life isn’t
fair” or “You worry too much”
or “Calm down.”