I Will Be

People used to ask if I was ok

And I used to say yes

But now that I have seen some more

There's something I must confess

The truth? I'm not okay

But I must say something more

I may not be ok right now

But I see the exit door

Life is never what I want

Its a collection of selfish stabs

Where everyone is left for themselves

To tend to the painful scabs

The scabs are left from the ones

Who come and go just like the tide

So we will learn to fix ourselves

When we ignore the blood that dried

I may not be ok right now

But I'm getting off the floor

For I have found a twinge of hope

Behind the exit door

People used to ask if I was okay

And I used to say, "Sure, can't you see?"

But now I tell the truth

As I look at them and say "I will be"