Am I Okay?

People ask me, "Are you okay?"

I say, "Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

But secretly I know I'm not okay

On the outside, yes I'm grinning and laughing,

but on the inside...not so much

There's a storm inside of me

Tossing and shaking vigorously,

Questioning my decisions...

I want to be free of all the thoughts

Inside of me.

I want to stop comparing my looks,

My clothes,

My style.

I am who I am because God made me that way

I am special in my own way.

Yet I can't seem to stop

It's hard looking in the mirror,

To see myself staring back,

My imperfect features show brightly than ever

I want to be pretty as Gal Gadot,

Or as skinny as Gemma Ward.

I want to be popular in school,

I want to be smart and successful as Steve Jobs,

I want to be noticed,

I don't want to be invisible

or be in the shadows anymore,

I...I don't want to look at myself anymore,

I want to be someone else,

that fits all the requirements,

People tell me all the time that,

Nobody is perfect...and I see that

But what about me? What am I?

I...I don't want to be me, anymore

Am I okay?

No, I'm not okay

I have many problems

and imperfections,

I'm not perfect,

I'm not recognized all the time,

I'm...me

God made us all special in each way,

God made me this way and I'm thankful...

Grateful

Of who I was made to be.

I'm me...

And that's okay.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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