I am OK

Julie wrote this for one of her classes and I had to repost it. I have a brilliant sister, and yes we are OK. Love Ya Sleezas!

I am not a survivor of the selfish
because I pined to be.
I didn't crave the whispers
of the small town mind
as I walked among the dead.

I am not living drained, mindless, and empty
because of the holes left in his head.
I've grown only to be the daughter
of a man who was a prisoner
to his own mind.

I am not a mess, case study, disaster,
unstable, or numb drunk.
I am not anything expected.
I am ok, not because I am amazing or unscathed or unscarred.
I learned to keep my eyes open.
I am ok because
that is all I know how to be.