They are listening to every thought
maybe if I grin no one will notice
notice the pain
breathing slowly to catch one breath that doesn't break
my ribs crumble and my knees shake
For this mess can not be
fixed by words.
Words are what brought me down.
All catching up to me.
Those middle school jokes
that have turned into truth.
I cant even look you in the eye.
Is that what acceptance means.