~Ninety Six~

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Why does my chest feel tight?
Why can't I ever make up my mind?
It's not that hard,
other people do it all the time. 
So why can't I?
Someone asks what I want and I know,
But I'm afraid you'll think:
'What
No.' 
So instead I shrug and say,
I
Don't
Know
or
I
Don't
Care
And so you choose something I don't want, 
And I can do nothing but sit there.
My chest goes tight,
the tears well in my eyes,
And I don't know why.
didn't do anything,
that's why we're here not doing something I like. 
And yet I still want to cry
because in my messed up mind,
all I want is for you to be happy. 
Want you to choose. 
Because when you do
I know when you say:
"it's fine"
it's not a lie. 

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