You ask me if I’m alright
I say “I’m okay”
You say you worry about me
I tell you “don’t worry, it’s okay”
You wonder if anything is wrong
I say, “Nothing is wrong, everything’s okay”
You ask if there is anything you can do
I tell you, “you don’t need to do anything, I’ll be okay”
Then I have to look to see and ask myself…
Am I alright?
Why do they worry, should I worry?
Is there anything wrong?
Is there anything I can do?
Then I know…
I’m not okay
It’s not okay
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