I almost find it funny
how stupid you must
think I am.
One moment, we're
fine and dandy. The
next, we're lost.
I guess that's my fault,
really, for not seeing
it sooner.
I'm like your ring.
All for show, then
you take it off,
and your real side is
known.
I'm a used ring,
passed around,
taken off.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoezieDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
