They Ask Me If I'm OK
They ask me if I'm ok and I think and think
and consider telling them the truth,
and finally have my thoughts heard,
having the memories of tears finally
showing their reasons.
I considered telling them my real problem,
telling them the reason why I've come to school unspoken
and feeling shame,
telling them the worries I have for my cousins in Mexico
telling them all the problems I've caused for my family.
All the tears that ran down my mother's cheek.
I considered telling them the main cause of why I am who I am.
I considered telling them about living in the shadow of my brother.
I considered telling them who I really am –
my whole world running through my head –
I stop those thoughts
and simply say "I'm fine."