"Nothing, nothing's wrong,"
I wave concern away,
While I see their faces in greyscale.
"I'm fine, just stop worrying,"
I mutter, to them?
Or to myself, to persuade my own mind?
"It's OK, honestly,"
I lie to all,
While the world closes in around my head.
"Leave me alone, it's nothing,"
I scream as my legs give way,
They gather, I try to hide from their curious eyes.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong,"
I whisper on the ground,
Curling up to shield my ears from the echoes of confusion.
"Everything's going to be fine,"
I tell myself, forceful now,
I bat away the doubt that invades my mind.
But still there is no light,
I am not blind, but I can't see,
I am not angry, but rage builds,
Finally I snap,
A fist,
Contact,
"Stop asking."
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
"Nothing, nothing's wrong,"
I wave concern away,
While I see their faces in greyscale.
"I'm fine, just stop worrying,"
I mutter, to them?
Or to myself, to persuade my own mind?
"It's OK, honestly,"
I lie to all,
While the world closes in around my head.
"Leave me alone, it's nothing,"
I scream as my legs give way,
They gather, I try to hide from their curious eyes.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong,"
I whisper on the ground,
Curling up to shield my ears from the echoes of confusion.
"Everything's going to be fine,"
I tell myself, forceful now,
I bat away the doubt that invades my mind.
But still there is no light,
I am not blind, but I can't see,
I am not angry, but rage builds,
Finally I snap,
A fist,
Contact,
"Stop asking."
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