slam poetry

So then there comes a smiling day

They decide to reduce the times they ask if were okay

But just because my scars are erasing

Or the pale paste of my face is detaining does not mean that I in side

Am still grey

Now listen carefully and understand that I understand

And I will raise my hand and expand on the subject that

You are no therapist of mine

And yes most times I get up I dress myself with fine

Grapping combs Tugging through knots that resemble my insides

And I will brush the words ‘I am not okay’ of my teeth

I will gargle them up and spit them out in the sink

so please just know i have a masked plastic smile

and theres days were it seems im okay for a while

but just beacuse theres a smiling day

does never ever mean

that we're

okay