Don’t Ask Me If I’m Okay: By Bri Bri
When you see me struggling
To leave the confines of my room
Wrapped in the sweet linens of my solitude
From the dreading of what lies ahead today.
Away from the flame I use
The pain I feel from listening
To other people’s bullshit every day.
The melancholy appearance underway
From all the hurt I endure
Because of the lack of breath in my lungs yesterday
From holding in the tears
Brought by the flesh I have burned away.
The struggle of my dealings with the gray
Ferry man who wants my coins
Because I can no longer be gay
For the ones who I love and love me
The hardships I endure by day
Keeping a straight face and cheerful disposition
So that I don’t make you feel the way
That I do, when I silently cry
Over the way you all make me feel like a stray.
When you don’t bother to see
Before your very eyes, directed towards you
Or is it that you cannot sway
From your icy outlook on anyone but yourself
When you can’t look into my eyes
Without your voice in contempt and ready to betray
Me for the next person who listens to your grouching
About how YOUR life is in disarray
When you are content with snatching all you want
From your father regardless that he has to overpay.
When you hear the shakiness in my voice
From learning about the pass away
Of the woman who taught me to live
And to understand when to get away
From the harshness of the world
And knowing, that to her, I will never be able to repay.
Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay