This is a poem I like, called ask my mum how she is
Reminded me of it by what you where saying about feeling like there the you for the outside world
And the real you at home
My mum, she tells a lot of lies
She never did before.
From now on ’til the day she dies
She’ll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth a lot
But now it doesn’t matter.
I died and went to Heaven
Her life is all a shatter.
Ask my mum how she is
She’ll say, “Yes I’m fine!”
It that’s the truth then tell me
Why does she cry each night?
Ask my mum how she is
She seems to cope so well
She didn’t have a choice you see
Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling
But this cannot be
For even though you love me
You don’t as much as she.
She will smile and say,
“It’s okay, God has a plan”
But she will turn away and cry
‘Cause she just can’t understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh
But she is not okay
She wants to share a joke with me
But it will not be today.
I watch from here in Heaven
Her distress disturbs my peace
Will someone take care of her
Thus take care of me.
Someday she will feel better
“Yes I will” she lies
She knows this will not happen
Until the day she dies.
Ask my mum how she is
She’ll say “Thank you, good”,
She cannot tell how she is