FEATURED POETRY: Pseudonym by Mitzy Espiritu

Another day, another morning
Another mask to wear
Another smile to draw on our faces

A handshake: so firm yet so automatic
Sipping coffee in the cafè
Writing number and useless thoughts
Mind slipping

And they say we're doing fine.
We've got money and a house,
but we can't sleep at night.
The memory of who we were is haunting.
We're not okay.
Truth is, we're not okay.
We are not okay.

Another day, another sunset
Another sigh to share
Another face in awe of the speeding lives

A conversation: We don't know what's real
Wondering where to stay
Working in a boxed room day after day
Life slipping

And they say we're doing fine.
We've got money and a house,
but we can't sleep at night.
The mind we have right now is collapsing.
We're not okay.
Truth is, we're not okay.
We are not okay.

We're tired of days passing by.
We're tired of hopeless dreams at night,
and if we forget who we were,
maybe it would be much better.