“How are you?”
“I am good”
I don’t even stop to think
Am I even okay?
Maybe I have convinced myself
I am always okay
I am always fine
So much that being not okay feels so foreign
Like who taught my body to think it’s not okay to not be okay
All these quotes and songs about it being okay not being okay
And I still struggle to accept I might not be okay
This poem should have a punchline
But who wants to get hit right now?
Hell, I can even take a blow right now!!!