I'm Not Okay....Poem?

I found this poem in the book I am currently reading. The book is Perfect by Ellen Hopkins. She is a really amazing poet novelist, and I think most people on here would love her work. If you haven't already read her books, I highly recommend them. Any ways here's the poem:

Title: I'm okay

Everything I've believed
in, smashed into the mud.
All I've worked toward,
Pulverized into dust. But
I'm
okay. Who wanted all that,
anyway? Who needed
unobstructed road to
a tidy little future, when
really
the fun is in breaking trail
toward some unknown
destination? Any sane person
would say you should
not
put every shred of hope
in one human being, especially
not a girl. The perfect girl,
no longer mine. But, hey, I'm
okay.

Well that's the poem. What do you think? Does it not shout "I'm not o-fucking-kay!"?
(All credit of this poem goes to Ellen Hopkins. I did not write, nor have any affiliation in writing it.)