I'm Okay

I don't get what's so

Special about me.

Why everyone cares.

If I have a bad day,

They all ask if I'm okay.

I don't get why,

When I say I'm fine,

They keep pushing to know the truth.

But, there never is a truth.

I'm okay. I'm living. I'm breathing.

I'm as good as I can be.

Isn't that enough?

Everyone is allowed to get emotional,

So why is it a big deal if I am?

Stop pushing to know what's wrong.

Because, not even I know.

I get depressed, seemingly for no reason.

As I'm sure you all get the same.

So, believe me for once,

When I say I'm okay.

I'm perfectly fine,

As if that matters.

But I'm fine, I promise...