Not OK

 

You tell me what you think

I listen

I say “Yeah”

I don’t mean it

You ask if everything is OK

I say “Yeah”

I don’t mean it

Because everything I say

I worry will hurt you

My fears I’m too afraid to share with you

I don’t want you to be hurt

I don’t want you to be mad

I don’t want you to keep running from me

I hurt inside alone

Alone

Unable

Wishing

Wishing I could tell you every single thing that burns a hole in my heart

But I’m afraid

I’m afraid of judging you wrongly

But also afraid of you judging me wrongly. 

So, I say I’m OK

But I’m not

And you’re probably not either.