Therapy Session 2

I sat in front of her Crying Poring out An ocean Drowning in my sorrow Her first words Were Are you okay? The question I hate Being asked And never answer honestly Because the thought Of saying I'm not okay Kills me Makes me feel like I'm committing Suicide Like if those words Left my mouth I'd explode into A million pieces And than everyone Would see all the Pain I kept a secret Why couldn't she see it ? It was her job to My coming was because I wasn't okay Why wasn't that enough Why wasn't my tears enough Why would she try to make me say those nasty words I hated her for reminding me What my true answer To that would be I wiped my face She asked me Are you okay? I shed my last tear And said Yes I'm okay.