"What's on your mind?", they ask, But do they truly want to know? Are they testing me? Or are they trying to pry into my mind to see what is wrong, as they seem to intend? I'm not enough I'm falling apart I'm losing all that is me Why are they still here? Are my words too strange for those around me? Am I too impolite while I hide what's inside? "You seem annoyed," they tell me, But I'm just tired, I say Yes.. Tired Tired...
