Non bene

I'm not okay,

The voices in my head are slinging slurs.

Curses and shame,

They seem to be the dreadful symphony.

I'm not okay.

Was I ever okay?

I've been beaten down,

Stripped and raped around.

I keep on standing up,

Because that's all I can do.

I'm not okay,

I'm tired of pretending to be

Perfect.

Im not sane.

Sanity is just a fleeting wish.

So when I get beaten down,

Thrown and scarred about,

I can only reach out.

Can't you see that I'm in misery!

I can see that there is no empathy.

But I am here,

I suffer for them.

I live in inner strife for him.

But I’m not okay.

I don't think I have been

For a while.

I’m not okay,

But have I ever been okay?

So when you scream at me,

Slinging slurs and rage at me.

I am still here,

Your sounding board.

I can pretend I'm sane.

Pretend that the voices are

Not alive.

But in the end...

I’m not okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm not.

I don't think I ever was...