I have no idea who I'm talking to
When I look in the mirror
to make peace with the words I used
to make things better.
Because although you were smiling
I was screaming for answers
inside my head.
Guilt was my only feeling
When telling you
it was okay
when I was so unsure
of what was to come
And truth be told
I am still so unsure
Of this path we walk
Being someone who so prefers
to be prepared
I am terrified