Sometimes, if you think I’m not ok,

And you ask me, “Are you ok?”

Even if I say I’m ok

I’m really not ok.

I’m hoping I’ll be ok.

I’m trying to be ok.

I’m programmed to say I’m ok.

But I’m not.

I’m trying to be positive.

Trying not to crumble.

Trying to project an illusion of ok

While losing the plot.

So when I say I’m ok

And you think I’m not

Please don’t walk away.

Please stay.

I’m so often fragile

And if you ask me again

Or ask differently

The floodgates may well open,

And my truth will out.

I try to look strong, but I’m not.

I stay calm, but I’m anxious.

Afraid that at any given moment,

My mental will spill over

And I’ll be not ok. Again.