He Walks, he Breaths, he smiles

He's Okay

He Speaks, He laughs, Never Falls

He's Okay

He dosn't seem to studder When with another

He's OKay

He dosn't CRY, Hurt, or Sigh

In My eyes

He's Okay

In the Night when everyone is asleep

He dosn't Wait Endlessly for the one he seeks

He Never Randomly walks around a Park

To Breath and Lose Conscious

For as Long as I've known He's never felt depressed

I know Everything around him dosn't feel Firmly pressed

That everyday When he wakes his Darkest memory's are Relived.

Memory's of The Opaque Place He ignores But secretly misses.

We all know that he Cannot be deep

That he cannot sit and write Poetry.

He is o.k. he told me This.

When I asked him at the age of 6.

It's all Okay he's not stressed

he has everything, he's blessed

And if he's not it's just a phase

Because I know all he does is follow A Craze

he dosn't feel like he's Vulnerably Ill.

I watched him Pop 5 or 6 pills.

He's Okay

He just needs to chill

He's Okay....Atleast He Seems To Be....To Me...and Everyone Else.