You’ve convinced everyone that you’re O.K. You have everyone fooled, even him. But you can’t lie to me. I see the pain behind your smile. You call that a laugh, but the twinkle is lost. Talk to me. Why does your head droop so low when he speaks? Why can’t you look me in the eye? I see the scars you hide behind layers of cotton. Where are you in that dried up shell?
I see the light tremble in your fingers as you draw up your mug.. I see the tremors that run through you. You shake as you say your name. No you’re not O.K.
O.k. is a strong young woman, not a feeble weakling like you. She definitely has no problems with public speaking. And her skin was a flawless stream, not a mass of scars like yours. I know you’re not O.K. I’ll find O.K, wherever you’ve hidden her.