I'm not ok
It's hard to say
But, yet I know it's true
The cruel way
My world can be
The pains both old and new
I try to do
What I believe
Are all the the proper things
Amazing still
How futile now
So many of them seem
I'm not ok
I won't pretend
To make you comfortable
Sheltering you
Is far too much
I am not indestructible
Hostility
And disrespect
Until I mirrored them
It took a fall
Just breaking down
To be myself again
I'm not ok
So please don't ask
Unless you care to hear
About the building
I must do
To close this gaping tear
I know that it
Will be alright
With time and meditation
But while I build
Don't be surprised
By me and my vexation
I'm not ok
I feel alone
So tired, lost, and stranded
Like wandering
A desert road
Forgotten and abandoned
Forgive me now
If it seems harsh
My blatant honesty
But while I covered
All of your wounds
No one was healing me
I'm not ok
But I am strong
I will rebound again
When I can rise
I hope to find
That we are all still friends
I have spent a lifetime trying to be a hero. Trying to fix other people, other things, so that I didn't have to deal with my own pain. The last six years of my life were spent in a very toxic environment. I endured the ridiculous, trying to do the impossible, and found myself trying not to compromise my own ethics in an environment that was very ethically deficient. I broke down. It had to happen; thank God it happened. At the very least, I am addressing these emotions and these circumstances without my normal filters. So, if you are my friend, please stand by while I adjust the vertical and the horizontal. I'm doing some much needed repairs and soon will be fine tuning the man I need to be.