Fresh pain, From crying I refrain, Then I become fine, Throw it from my mind, Peace I could finally find, One comment, I'm back down again, Without an end, Back down a spiral of having to be okay, Needing this anger to go away, Hating the transfer of mad to sad, Taking a breath, I force myself to be fine again, Nothing to ever be said, No problem to address, To myself I confess, That this silly cycle is a mess.
Don't tell me it is, "just a question" if you know you won't like my answer and think I should have a different one. I just will not be the way that you want me to be because that is beyond my ability.