"you're going to be okay." he said.
"how do you know? you dont. what if I never become okay. what if I'm stuck thinking that I'll never be enough. what if I'm stuck always hating who i am. what if I'm stuck in this mindset of always being tired, always hating, never being good enough, never reaching anyone's expectations including mine.
what if I have to fake a smile and say I'll be okay all the damn time when I know I'll never be okay," she screamed in her head
"ill be okay." she said even though she knew it was a lie.
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Poetryi'm not a poet, far from it i'm just a girl with lots of issues and writing is an escape from the chaos that seems to follow me everywhere. all this, is just some word vomit that you might relate to.
