I’m o’kay. 

Pay no attention to me.

There’s nothing wrong inside my head.

I smile. I laugh. I cry. I lie.

I don’t want to keep living like this,

but I keep going back. I. Don’t. Know. Why.

I lock myself away from others

so I can’t get hurt again.

Though you will never know

whether or not you’re gonna get burn

when you step outside on a sunny day.

I’m afraid  to be burned again.

Afraid of getting hurt again.

Afraid to go into your arms again

and to be strangled again.

Afraid to be vulnerable again.

To be hurt by friends again.

To get shoved away again.

To make someone frown again.

To leave someone hurt again.

Again.Again.Again.Again.Again.Again.

Again I smile.

Again I laugh.

Again I cry.

Again I lie.

Again I’m o’kay.