I don't know why
I am comfortable standing aside
while you shine.
I stand back,
a cup of English Breakfast tea in my hand
while you bask in victory.
I don't know why.
Resigned to deny my pain,
I lift you up and
smile in between my cries.
I trudge along and
continue my journey.
I watch on the sidelines
as you shine.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm not fine.
It's okay.
It will be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
