Am I Okay?

People ask me, "Hey, are you okay?"
I say, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

But secretly I know I'm not okay

On the outside, yes I'm grinning and laughing, 

But on the inside...not so much

There's a storm inside of me

Tossing and shaking vigorously, 

Questioning my decisions...

I want to be free of all the thoughts

Inside of me.

I want to stop comparing my looks,

My clothes,

My style.

I am who I am because God made me this way.

I am special in my own way,

Yet I can't seem to stop

It's hard looking in the mirror,

To see myself staring back

My imperfect features show brightly than ever,

I want to be as pretty as Gal Gadot,

Or as skinny as Gemma Ward,

I want to be popular in school

I want to be smart and successful as Steve Jobs,

I don't want to be invisible, 

or be in the shadows anymore,

I want to be somebody else,

That fits all the requirements,

People tell me all the time that

Nobody's perfect...and I see that, 

But what about me? What am I?

I...I don't want to be me anymore,

Am I okay?

No, I'm not okay,

I have many problems,

and imperfections,

I'm not perfect, I'm not recognized,

I'm...me

God made us all special in each way,

God made me this way, and I'm thankful

Grateful

Of who I was made to be.

I'm me...

And that's okay.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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