Yes,
I can get upset
over silly things.
Yes,
I can get angry
at the smallest details.
And that’s okay.
I take those feelings,
pour them into poetry,
or fists against my pillow.
And that’s okay.
But if I spoke of these little things—
the failures,
the sadness—
to everyone,
not all would understand.
And that’s okay.
It’s about feeling,
letting it out,
letting it pass,
and finding peace
within myself.
