I'm not Okay
Sure, I smile at things I enjoy. I laugh at things that are funny. I go to work which I generally enjoy. We get up in the morning and check the phone, get dressed and get on with our day. We eat lunch and dinner and binge Netflix at night while we chill. Meanwhile we fight our brothers like it is still the 1800's. We eradicate thousands of unborn humans before they have a say in the matter. We desensitize our brains with tweets and snaps. We refuse to have conversations with someone who has differing and conflicting perspectives to our own. One of my best friends in High School puts a pistol to his head and pulls the trigger.
I'm not Okay
Am I just a husk? Sometimes I don't feel anything anymore. I see other people, friends even, as inferior. I put myself above all of them because they don't have my experiences and therefore can't come to the perfect answer that I have; whatever that may be. What would it take for someone to truly see me? Just me. Not my many faces and slew of characters that I pull out of a hat at random to wear for the day. The me that is naked and suffering, broken and unhinged.
To Be Continued...
