I'm okay

for I say I am they always seem to believe it though the smartest ones see past my lies No, they don't see me cry for they don't have too just look deeply in my eye I put a smile on my face everyday making sure to always say "I'm okay," though the smartest ones always know how to put a true smile on my face I'm starting to believe myself the "okays" are turning real the feel is a never-ending spark for that is clout because every spark dims, then goes out I would never offer a taste for the taste of this feeling truly is the worst I should have listened to the smart ones I said I was okay though I started believing it myself I had so much doubt I said I was okay, I did for I lied I should have just let it all out