I'm slowly breaking down.

 I'm not all right.
I'm not all right
You chant and chant and chant
They tell you it is going to be okay
They think they know what is wrong
They think they have you all figured out
But you are far from it
They don't know a single thing about what is really happening
Not a single one of them
What did they expect?
Were you supposed to tell them?
Did they really expect you to tell them?
They've left--thinking that they have helped you
Because they've got you all figured out right?
But you're still there
trapped, broken, and scared.
They've managed to fix their illusion of you.
That's all.
That's it.
You can't save yourself.
So you sit and wait
all the while chanting, screaming, and sobbing
within your mind
"I'm not alright."