You Look Okay

You Look Okay

by Jan Tawakalna

You look okay, the people said
too bad they can't see inside my head, too bad they can't feel the pain and the hurt inside, too bad they don't know what it's like to have almost died.

They can't see pain forever constant in my limbs and in my head, they don't know how sad it is to have a piece of you that's dead.

They don't notice when I don't understand because I smile and nod my head, Just don't ask me to repeat it now what was it you said.

They can't see the tingling and burning or the buzzing in my feet,
but aren't I glad I look okay to the people that I meet.

Would they like to laugh when things aren't funny or cry when they aren't sad, Or ride an emotional roller-coaster of utter frustration and getting mad.

That tasks to them that are simple
are to complex for my damaged brain, Oh, how I wish they could see inside why my tears fall down like rain.

My son says Mom you're no longer fun, my husband says What's wrong with you, but like the others who cannot see inside I'm afraid they don't have a clue.

In a society that's based on appearance it's not how you feel, it's how you look they think since they've scanned the cover they know what's inside the book.

You look okay...the people said, too bad they can't see inside my head.

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