AOK

so i said i guess things are alright. sternly he replied, you just sit tight kid. one thing still bothered me, but i never did bother to ask. i couldn't figure out the words. expressions and words. they're nothing but letters. emotionally illiterate. severely inarticulate. i don't know how to tell and i don't know how to ask. but i'm alright. am i sheltered? am i trapped? was i saved and if so why? why did i get this chance? will i be able to use it right? i might blow up sometimes but you know things are alright. i might complain and ***** but you know my answer never changes. everything's alright. in the world you made i'm doing aok.