Today
To say the least
Has been rough.
It's been one of my "bad days".
And I hate it.
Because I know
God I know
That it makes you anxious.
I know it throws you off.
I don't want to do that to you.
I hate doing that to you.
I don't want to make you anxious.
That's not okay.
And you say it is.
You say it's okay.
But my head convinces me
That you're lying.
That I'm being annoying.
So I hide things.
I hide myself.
And that gets frustrating.
I know it does.
But all I want
Is to stop worrying you.
I want to help you
And all I do us make things worse.
Please
Don't worry about me?
I'm not fine.
But if it makes you okay,
I'll force it for you.
Please
Don't worry about me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesiaMy 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.
