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Not ok

Are you ok?
I hate that question.
Are you ok?
It is the most useless question. 
Are you ok?
You don't really want to know.
Are you ok?
As you drum your thumbs and rolls your eyes.
Are you ok?
As you check your watch and make a face. 
Are you ok?
As you look anywhere except at me.
Are you ok?
No, I am not ok.
Are you ok?
As you turn your head and walk away.

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