I hate when people,
Ask if I'm OK.
When all I want is
For them to go away.
But when they insist,
I cant help but say
that I'm definately OK.

The questioning looks,
The mumbled comments
behind my back,
When I look at them,
They turn away
I am not OK.

I always wonder
How they can do this,
Tear peoples lives
Apart, without so much
As a word to their
broken, dead heart.

If someone asks
I will say that
I am Definately OK.
It has almost become
A ritual, 'cause I want
Them to go away.

If and when they ask,
You know what I will say.