Water pours from the skies
As well as pouring from my eyes
Writing elicits a response
And my art is filled with nonchalance
It's just so unfair
The childish part of me wails
I've done nothing but care
The understanding part of me knows that's not true
But what else am I supposed to do?
I refuse to explain
Even if I'm in so much pain
I'm desperate to just release with word after word
Breaking down every thought process, every emotion, and pray that my voice would be heard
But I will not confirm remaining love nor newfound hate
I know that if I said anything now, it would already be too late
I feel sick as I stare through blurred vision
Constantly second guessing my decision
It's just so hard to remain in silence
But I'm afraid that anything I do will end in violence
I preach about how I will not break, or how I will not explain
But my emotions are becoming harder and harder to contain
So many times I've written out forgiveness, love, hatred, sorrow, self blame, and understanding
But I know that no string of words or poem could prevent such a bad landing
Just know that I am me
And because of that, I will never be
