I Am Fine

Have I been used? Definitely.

Have I been abused? Mentally. 

Have I been confused? All of my life. 

Have I been depressed? I still am. 

Have I had challenges? My whole life is a challenge. 

Have I been hurt? That should not even be a question. 

I have been stepped on, bruised, kicked around, abused, lost, found, lost again, screwed, challenged, depressed, and scared. 

What did I do?

I stood up, healed, found my way, gave thanks, tried again, cried, grew frustrated, tried to kill myself, been reminded of the past, and hated myself. 

I have no self confidence. 

I have no comfort. 

I have no peace of mind. 

Yet for some reason when you ask, "Are you okay?"

What do I reply with?

I choose to reply with, "I am fine."

What am I?

Fine I guess. It is all fine. 

Nothing is falling apart. 

Nothing except for everything. 

But it is okay...

Because I am fine. 

Reviews

[Amber L]

Very nice ^^ I feel you. I've been hurt myself. Thanks for sharing this poem.

[John the Baptist]

A lot of concealed pain in this one. Sometimes it is better to reach out than to suffer in silence. At any rate, the alternation of spare lines with long, descriptive ones is very effective.