It Is What It Is? Poem by Raziel Baptiste

I'm not ok,
As these messages play again
Watching my last words echo,
As you secede from you and I
I tried.... but, I tried

I'm ok, I think,
As my words echo slowly
Looking at the mirror
Only to be greeted by no one but me

Are you ok,
Nope, I don't anymore,
Pretend that I was never
The more you articulate this failure
Makes my feelings rage and roar,

Do you even care,
Probably not
Years past and I'm still not,
Trying to find solace in my thoughts
But part of me says I should not

So what have I learned,
Nothing,
I am but a fleeting thought
A pawn you need to past time,
An easily replaced something
Or other like no other,
Or fodder for the waters
That you've claimed to cry sometime,
I dont believe nothing that you utter

I'm still not ok