//may be enotional//
Are you ok?
A question I just can't seem to answer yet.
Maybe because of all these waves of emotion that clash against each other.
Maybe because of the fear of truth or loss.
I just can't know now.
One day I'll know, but not today.
My life is no where near one simple answer.
I guess it's my fault for allowing it to get this way.
Like a mistaken riot of different opinions.
I don't know.
I should just stop I suppose.
But I won't, because my mouth just rolls on and on.
Maybe it'll distract them from the unanswered question.
Maybe they'll forgive my lies.
But for right now, since you've asked this question, I guess I'm fine.

YOU ARE READING
Why Not
PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.