Everyone says it's easy.
They say talking is easy.
But how come my jaw is locked with all the things I could've said?
Why are all my answers lies?
Why
Why
Why
But how is it easy?
How
How
How
My mouth is always saying I'm fine, but do I really feel that way?
Fine
Fine
Fine.
I'm not fine.
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Shattered Reflections
PoetryThese poems hold the emotions trapped inside my screaming mind These ones are for the broken ones
