Answer

If you ask me how I'm doing,

No longer can you expect

A cookie cutter answer, 

No polite 'great thanks, and you?'

Expect the simple truth

If I feel sadness, madness, or unequivocal defeat, 

Expect that as your answer, 

And call the truth a feat. 

Regardless, I will still say thank you,

I really do appreciate the thought

But mind body and soul were not meant to be forgot

Should I lie to look polite?

Dismiss my feelings as null

For empty satisfaction,

Making my brain and heart dull

Often, discomfort comes in knowing  

So when I truly abhor myself,

Don't expect me to say I'm glowing

Peace

Peace

Is it a piece of me?

Shreds 

Still only a piece 

Is peace something that can be split into parts

Is it full worth

All or nothing? 

My inner hippie, or the Buddha god

Is it inner contentedness

Or simply relief 

Is peace a piece or part of me 

Anxiety churning within, 

Is this anti-peace? 

Peace is something undefinable by acts

It is something to be treasured 

Peace is the feeling in my stomach when  I'm happy

It's the ease I feel when living life 

It's the grounding sensation,

The one that stopped a nation,

To be at peace with yourself 

Requires you to pick up your pieces

To start fresh, start anew 

Despite the world around you

Laying there, strewn with uneasiness

Finding peace is as simple as declaring your pieces true

In the moment after I find peace

I will be able to say I grew