It's all good.

It's all good,
"It's all good," I say.
Do you know what I mean?
Is it really "all good"?
I mean, I can live with it,
but it's harder than I will tell you.
And when I say "I don't care anymore!"
I mean, I care so much,
I don't WANT to care anymore.
Do you see this smile?
Is it real?
Can you tell if it is?
It may be real sometimes,
but there is always a frown behind my smile,
for when I can't fake it anymore.
There is always a heart,
filled with hurt and confusion.
There is always a head,
that is spinning,
wondering what to do next,
and what is right and what isn't.
It's all good.
"It's all good," I say.
Do you believe me?