Down with that sickness
again tonight.
It was pretty bad this time.
The one where I can't stop
talking about my worries,
about my problems,
or what I think
could become problems.
Good for me in the end.
What I needed.
Just erupted all my thoughts
into the fresh air.
Got them out of me.
They were too much
for my system to handle.
Bad for the poor person
I was talking at!
They got covered.
Suddenly.
Big, gross mess.
Emotional vomit.
All over.
Things I've been infected with
for a long time.
Like worry.
Seems like forever.
Just stewing in me.
Festering.
Now somewhat gone.
The remains manageable.
So sorry
I let that happen to them!
I did that to them.
I didn't mean to.
I stopped as soon as I realized
what I had done.
It was too late.
Honestly,
I don't get sick like that often.
I've a good immune system.
Sometimes my system
just gets overloaded.
More than it can handle.
Sometimes it needs to
lighten the load.
Sharing isn't always good.
It wasn't good for them.
They didn't want that mess.
It wasn't their's,
It was mine,
but I dumped it on them.
Hope they can forgive me.
I'll try to remember this
the next time I get splattered...
a/n:
Agent Kelsey, thank you
for listening with grace!
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