Garfield

I'm not okay.

I am not okay.

It wasn't about me. It wasn't about me.
It was about me.

They lied. You lied. I lied.
Who's lie was true?

I'm not okay.

I'm trying to hide you. Before there was a film of dust, separating myself from the rest of the earth.
I'm trying to hide you, but there's too much to hide and my house is small. I put you in a place as fast as I could, to get you away from me, but you're not hidden well. If I stumble across your hiding place you won't just be sitting there; you'll attack me. You'll jump out from where I placed you and hurt me.

Hurt me more.

Fuck the others for assuming that they know. They don't know. They barely have a grasp of what there is to know. I barely know. So they can't know.

I haven't been okay, I'm still not okay, and I won't be, either.