Why now of all times?
Here of all places?
The thoughts won't leave-
And the tears won't end.
But why?
Gender?
Age?
Hormones?
Try-
Anxiety.
Panic.
Fear.
Depression.
No, I'm not okay
But that's not what you
Want to hear.
So I'll bite my lip
And nod my head.
Because
Why tell the truth-
When it hurts
More than it helps?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
