Am I Fine? Poem by Obrie Writes

Which part of being okay
Do I look like?
The reality part,
The delusional part
Or the non existent part.

I hope to confess,
Am really not okay.
I vent anger not to smiles,
Laughter ain't my enemy.
My face beams with joy, but no.

Because I have to be happy,
I made it hurt less.
But truthfully,
It really hurts so hard.

I hold on to hopes;
Hopes that are hopeless.
Through fights
I tread daily
But I never win.

I live your nightmare
Yes, it is scary
Living in a loop
Chained within those hard realities.

Life squeezes me in and out.
I seek refugee but friends leave
And you know What,
Manchester united loses.
Then,
How can I be okay?

#Obrie.