You ask if I'm okay
Why can't you see I'm fine?
It's not as if I'm crying,
There are no tears in my eyes.
Just because I'm quiet
Does not mean I am sad,
So would you just leave me alone?
And stop with the 'feeling bad'.
Sometimes a girl just wants to think,
You have to understand
So please don't wave in front of my face
Your intrusive, ugly hand.
Instead when I look off into space,
My eyes go glassy and wide,
My hand comes up to support my chin,
And my head tilts to the side
Please don't ask if I'm alright,
I really am okay
I'm just thinking, and you should know -
It's best to stay away.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoesieNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
