How am I supposed to act like nothing's wrong when I feel like I'm somewhere I don't belong?
I've got too much pride to be asking you questions, but the unknown is feeding my depression. I've never done it the way I should, so impatient, it's always misunderstood.
We've been through hell and back, of course we'll see everything as an attack, then fight back in the areas we know the other lacks.
So please let me tell you what I feel inside, because I want to close this divide, even if that means swallowing my pride.

Observe my emotions,
as they cascade in motion,
contrary to the notions
of the cultural potion.

As it changes like seasons,
and you call it treason
against the potion demons
who never won.

she hid
her tears
behind
closed doors
and
a mask of attitude

but wanted
nothing more
than someone
to understand
and
a hug