I hate when people ask me if I\'m okay.
I hate it more than anything in this world.
Because I\'m not okay
And one day I may break down and tell them that
And then the dam is going to break and I won\'t be able to control myself
I will over flow with tears and words
I will say things that weren\'t meant for their ears.
I will tell them things they didn\'t ask for and don\'t need to know.
Some ask out of genuine concern but most ask to make small talk.
My mom asks me everyday if I\'m okay
She asks out concern and fear for me
She knows things but she won\'t let me know that she knows
But every time she asks me:
\"Kiana, are you okay?\"
I almost tell her
Every damn time
But I don\'t