Okay?
Am I going to be okay?
I keep asking myself
I push people away
I dont know how I feel
Its not happy its not sad
Its not ideal
Im slowly sinking
down below
from overthinking
many helping hands
but i deny the help
no one understands
i want help but no one can help the way i need
so i help myself
and let my words bleed
so when someone asked
"are you okay?"
i masked
faked a smile
and said of course
while my thoughts compile
i cant answer the question myself
so im going to hide it
back on a shelf
entel the day
i know
i'll be okay
This poem is about:
Me