No, I am not okay,

So stop fucking asking me!

The answer is not going to change

Anytime soon.

She just had to be a child,

And not talk to me about it.

So I chose to be a baby, and

Cry about her flaws.

It isn’t my fault, but

I can’t help but feel bad

That she couldn’t just tell me

What was going on.

She sends over her lapdog

To get information andto mediate.

I refuse to talk to him.

This conflict is between me and her.

So everyone, please stop asking if I’m okay.

I’m not.

The answer is no.

I

Am

Not

Okay.