my body is at a place to the public with my friends, there laughing about some silly thing that im interested in.
i want to add on, be upbeat, carry on the conversation, yet something stops me
myself. something in my mind manages to paint the most terrifying picture of what could happen if i talk which internally makes me believe it.
here comes that feeling of guilt again. i let the bad thoughts win, as i try to erase the picture,ignore it and move on i start to realize the picture come to life
i stand with a poker face as my friends ask "what do you think?" "are you ok?" "why are you being quiet?"
i let the thoughts overpower me, im a fool.
YOU ARE READING
quietly misunderstood.
Poetrywords i jamble together when im sad, happy, frustrated, etc. i hope someone can relate to these and understand there not alone.
