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
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Author:
K.T. Williams (Pseudonym) (
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This is quite relate-able. I love the raw honesty in your poem, it's captivating. I truly hope that everything will get better soon.
Thank you.
HI NICOLE ~ Love the honesty in you poem' If we are honest none of us are OKAY (in the UK it means ALL CORRECT) ~ and none of us is. Like you my MUM knows me best but she does not always tell me. I don't live at home but when I see her she always says "Son is the anything you want to share ?" which is much better than "Are you OK ?" Now I have read your challenging poem ~ I'm going to use it MUCH LESS OFTEN ~ OK ~ Yours BRIAN. Please check my poem ~ Thanks B !
Thank you
A soulful interesting and engaging poem written in an appealing way that I like so much. U can tell through poetry so swell. Kudos.
U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Thank you! I will definitely check it out
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