The thoughts all swirl with a hurricane of emotions
Happy and sad
I try to explain what in my head but it's not what they know, not what they think to wonder
The original thoughts not just how or why or what, even something like I wonder
But in a mix of when or why or even don't
Something that stirs with "I don't feel good" or "Do I want to live?"
I try to swallow the thoughts down but just more bubbles up more and more like a shaken soda
.My mind is a shaken soda.
The thought's confirmed my mind is something that can be explained
That my thoughts are real wonders of how's and why's
So I try and try but my words fall short as I try to explain "I don't know what in my head"
Like an imaginary friend on clouds
You see, you think, you feel
But no mater how hard I try I can't get the words to work
It's like water stuck in my lungs
A frog in my throat
A horse in my chest
The thoughts clog my mind as I speak the only words I can and will manage to mutter—
"I'm fine"
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Ghosting Happiness (POEM BOOK)
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