"Im okay",
That foreign language.
Every body speaks it yet no one understands when another says it themselves.
Nobody will understand.
You may think, "Well I'm not they" but sadly, my friend, you are as much of they as they are.
You breathe just the same
Without a ache in your chest where your heart used to be.
You eat the same,
Without feeling guilty even though you are the perfect size.
You walk just the same,
Without a storm of thunder clouds clouding up your mind making it impossible to focus on walking.
And the thing that makes you like them the most,
You love the same,
Able to love, without fear of giving yourself completely, to a stranger. To another, "they".
You are a "they" .
Maybe thats not a bad thing.
But then again, maybe it is.
You dont understand that foreign language we all speak.
You wont
I know you wont.
You are just anothet they who doesnt speak my language.
