"Are you okay?"

Do I look okay? what I want to say,

but instead I say "I'm fine."

I want to share this pain of mine.

but how do I do that

without you dropping your lip to the mat?

So I keep it in.

My hold is wearing thin

and it's getting to me.

I have became my own enemy.

Only 'cause I can't say "Can we talk?"

It's all my fault,

but I'm okay if you don't worry about me.

It's not your duty.

I should have me, not you,

but in the end I have no one to turn to.

In reality I am not okay

before you I am slipping away.