I am okay, never has words felt so untrue.
Words I use to protect me because if I said what was really wrong you would realize it is nothing that I am wrong.
I hide behind three words so you do not know how broken I am.
I am fine, but behind that line, I hope you will see under my cover.
Break down walls I have not left since I was a child to hide my pain so no one can see how weak I am.
So you could notice my suffering behind a mask, see it in my eyes and know I am not okay.
But instead I push it down and smile and if you notice pauses in my voice like I want to share something do not simply ask what is wrong because all you will get is I am okay.
ns 15.158.61.5da2
