Sometimes
I still shake
From things
That are over.

Sometimes
I still feel
Sullied.
Blackened.

But sometimes
I put on your sweatshirt,
And I feel safe.

And sometimes
I hear your voice
And the tears no longer
Threaten to fall.

Sometimes
I'm not okay.

And sometimes
I am.

a self inflicted isolation
all to avoid the confirmation
    that I simply don't belong

Sometimes
Only
Your
Mind
Will
Listen
To
You