But the type of upset that has no words; The type of upset that doesn’t feel like anything; The type of upset that I should have known would come back.
I’m lost.
But the type of lost where I know where I am physically but not mentally; The type of lost where I’m doing what I’m doing but I don’t know how I’m doing it; The type of lost that keeps me from forgetting what I still know.
I’m angry.
But the type of angry that keeps me calm; The type that leaves me speechless; The type that helps me reign in my rampage.
I’m here- And there- And lost and scared. Upset- Can’t breathe- It’s just me.