Sometimes I can’t help but think that I REALLY need to hold some of these thoughts to myself :/

By: Moony

Friday, September 2, 2022

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My friends say I ramble

I don’t speaking about much of anything

My friends say I put everyone down

But I only ever looking up

Sometimes I say I don’t know

But I think what I mean is

I’m not ready

I’d try to sow your eyes shut

If it meant blocking your stares

I don’t want to know

I hope I don’t know

I’ll shrug my shoulders

And avert my eyes

I’ll hide my scars

Shutting my eyes

Going as far as holding my breath

Like if I’m allowed to breathe

If I am able to create a coherent thought

The words might slip out

Words are so messy

They’ll spill onto the table

All the while I try to grasp at them

And return with nothing but stained hands

Sometimes my dad asks how I am

I say I’m healthy

Even though I know it’s not what he wanted to hear

Sometimes my dad asks how my day was

I say it was fine

Even though we both know it wasn’t

Sometimes my dad asks what I think of him

I say I don’t know

I can’t help but think

That there aren’t enough words to describe

What I think of anyone

And I’m not ready

I’m not ready

I’m not ready

I’m not ready

Yet I find myself - by some divine hope - wishing I was

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THE IMAGE IS NOT MINE ALL CREDIT TO OWNERS

Constructive criticism is encouraged :)

#Sept2Prompt