I just want to talk about
how I feel

I am confused
by what is real

I chased the truth
down a rabbit hole

and found out things
no one wanted to know

this is the truth:
I am afraid

of time
of the future

of mistakes I made

I'm afraid that I'm too lost
to find my way

afraid of someone I don't trust
I see every day

and that fear turns to anger
when I feel unsafe

I have to stay
I can't escape

a liar
a back biter
and a thief

didn't know my anger
could be this deep

and I have to keep on
moving on

even when I don't feel like
the rational one

reach out
and find out
I'm not alone

not much of a poem
only the bones