Ok?

Am I ok they ask

Am I going to be alright

Am I going to make it

Am I going to pull through

Am I ok they ask

Well the answer is No

Trying to tell meself I'm fine

Trying to say that I will live

Trying to see the light

Trying to figure it out

Trying to let it go

Well the same theme remains, it won't go

Me tell myself how to live?

What a joke I can't even laugh

There is nothing good in me

Nothing good in man

Not one thing that we can fall back to

Everything is a disaster
As there is no perfection

So as I am not perfect by any means

Then the whole world is garbage

Not worthy to be seen

Just like I am the same as them all

Defined by others that's how we know

Who we are where we go what we do

And no that does not make it ok

For I can't let anything go now

Raised the wrong why I want to define myself

Yet I cannot and never will

For the soul of mankind was made for others

So they could shape every part of our worthless lives