Repetition
Why do you bother
Asking if I’m okay
When you don’t want to know
You don’t want to know if I am not okay
You want to know that I am
So any answer other than
Yes
Sends a frenzy through the air
Why bother asking me when I can’t say
No
Because if I say no
All that’s left is
“Even though it’s not okay
It’s going to be”
Stuck in a perpetual
Motion of needing to
Always be okay
Because any other emotion
I am able to feel which is
Not being okay
Is not recognized
Any other emotion besides okay
Doesn’t deserve to be called upon
So if I am not okay
Then I am a black dot
On an okay canvas
Why ask me whether or not I am okay
When you know that I am not
Telling you that I am okay
Doesn’t extinguish the fact I am everything but
Saying the words aloud to myself
Doesn’t make things better
It only allows you to avoid
The reality
That I am broken
And you don’t know how to fix me