Teetering and tottering with these thoughts
Bouncing back and forth off the wall
Talking about it finally feels right
Without being judged or manipulated
Words being twisted used against
Haven't had a loyal friend for a while
Hard to trust when fake friends are a bust
Thinking too much not writing enough
Staring out the window feeling under attack
Wanting to reach out no call or text back
Moving forward not going back anymore
Even when it crosses the back of the mind