Disillusioned

No, I'm not okay.
But if I fake it all,
Or pretend that everything is,
And bury my feelings deep beneath,
Till I'm sure they're underneath it all,
It's gonna be okay.

I answer questions with another question,
Because if I lie,
It will be blatantly obvious.
If I answer truthfully,
I just doesn't want to argue.
I don't want to face arguments,
And I don't want it to be hurtful.

Such as piercing words.

So no.
I am not okay.
But I will not say it aloud.