on some days,
my feelings spill
over the rim of
the vessel that is my body,
so I compress them
until they're ready to burst.

then I relax and remind myself:
my feelings need space.
the people who have space
will reach into the vessel
and help you hold them
until everything is okay again.

Why is it
That the more times
I say I’m okay
The closer I get
To not being okay

In a weird way, I'm okay
In a normal way, I've never been okay

The voices in my head are louder than all the others,
they say I'm pretty,
pretty enough to sell my body,
pretty enough that I don't need to work.

They tell me I am strong,
strong enough to keep the tears in,
strong enough to hold you
but not let you in to the hidden chambers of my heart.

They say I'm okay,
okay enough that I can keep going,
They say it's all good,
they say it's all true.

But I want to be beautiful for myself,
not for someone else,
I want to be strong with someone,
not for someone,
I want to say I'm okay,
and really mean it.

Some kid called you hot
Happens more often than not
I'm glad it's their to boost your ego
You feel uncomfortable
but yet enjoy it though?

I think I'll quit my job today
I think I'll stay at home today
I think I'll drink some more today
I think I'll be okay today