What Does It Mean?

Are You Okay?

        Fear, curning in my stomach.

        Bad tastes in my mouth, ich.

        I wonder if you're safe... just watching me freak.

        Trying to figure things out, my face sleak.

        Maybe this is the only way to ensure you're okay.

        I love you will always be something I can say.

        There's things that worry and things that kill.

        Things that always owe the bill.

        So I ask, Are you okay?

        Or is there something we can work together and slay?