It's sad when things that seem so small and just part of life to some are devastating to others.
I am part of this group many call over reactors or others.
The out side world sees us as we break down with the simple things.
But what they don't see is what
brought us to that point.
They don't see the pulled up tears and anger and sadness.
They don't see what we keep hidden so well.
They only see us as we break down. Then they write us off as "emotional" or "overreacting".
After all sometimes all it takes is a new sadness to be smashed and sandwiched between the constant agony to add new marks to the gallery of old lines that you hoped was finally over.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of the poems and randomness I write in my boredom or as a stress relief. Sooooo.......yah
