I run through my thoughts again and again.
As I wait in line to complain yet again.
The waiting room is empty and I sit here again.
You call my name and I walk back into this twist turny hallway into your office. You asked how my week was so far and i get quiet.
This is the loudest moment of silence I've ever encountered.
I can hear my heart beating fast and I can hear me swallow hard.
My thoughts are getting louder and louder, shouting at me to just tell you the truth.
Instead I tell you its been good with a fake smile on my face.
You asked about my mom and I change the subject, again.
I asked you if it was wrong to be hit.
I looked down at the floor, listening to you ask the same question over and over again.
Until I burst into tears and say never mind. It doesn't matter, but it does matter because I could've helped myself from a lot of heartache if I would've just told you.
Now I lay here wishing I could go back so I can just complain, again.