Excuses

"Why so serious?", they ask.

I have shared so many reasons,

Told too many excuses,

But I have more.

Which one to choose, 

After all,

This is my big decision for the day.

Maybe I'll make something up,

Like I always do...

I'm moving,

My brother was hit by a car,

My parents are splitting up... 

Or I could tell the truth...

I'm terminal,

I have two months to live, 

And I'm spending it at work,

With you people who don't care enough to ask if I'm okay.

But...

"I'll be fine",

I say,

In response to the question,

But not the one they asked.