What's wrong?
My emotions feel overcooked
I'm baking from within
Even when I look at you
The pie I made starts to disintegrate
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Maybe it's my emotions
Finally breaking free of the glass cage
In which depression left cracks
And then dissolved
Maybe it's the light I finally see
I don't know, I say.
But surely, I do know.
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
