“I’m OK” is OK when you’re totally falling apart
The story you tell yourself to manifest the art
of keeping it together while attempting to stand tall.
Saying whatever you gotta say so your head doesn’t fall
But I get it,
it’s lackluster if your smile doesn’t truly rise.
If the actions don’t equate to the ego you wish was a bigger size.
If the truth highlights your demons better than the lies.
If you can’t clearly speak on it until the blur of your anxiety dies.
“I’m OK” is OK because what I’m saying is that “I’m good”
on voicing something rageful that’s misunderstood.
Strength that cancels a good cry when I know that I should.
Its the cloak that covers calamity better than anything else could.
So yes “I’m OK” because that’s how I thrive.
Noting all the blessings that keep me alive.
Life can be amazing then take a total nosedive
but “I’m OK” is OK because I know that I’ll survive.