I need to tell you this, but I can't
as you won't understand
So I slowly inch in my symptoms over
cereal and milk and between our small talk
As you tell me to put my problems into perspective
I need to tell you this, but I can't
because whenever I unlock that thought
my stomach begins to simmer
threatening to overflow
My skin will crawl and I drift away from where
I am supposed to be
getting lost in the maze again.
I need to tell you this, but I can't
So I tell you the only way I know how,
forcing my lips to create the words,
so mechanical I need pliers to get them out,
but somehow I wish they'd come
spewing like a waterfall from my eyes and lips
and I know it may be hard to see your little girl this way
But I think it's harder to look myself in the mirror and tell myself
I'm okay.