I’m okay....

that’s always the answer
to the question
no one wonders if it’s true
don’t take the time
to read between the lines
satisfied to believe
the illusion

all anyone sees
is the mask
of happiness
smoke and mirrors
and slight of hand
my whole life
pretending

I’m okay

the smoke is fading
my world is crumbling
Abracadabra
I’m okay
I’m the master of illusion

so when you say
you’re okay
I see the truth
your deception
does well for others
but I’ve done this trick myself

I shall not ruin your illusion
I’ll just wait
for the smoke to clear
the mirrors to move
and say I’ll be here
I see you........