Plenty
A little bit of me comes back
around.
A little part of me falls down.
The pieces don't go together.
I've got so much anxiety under
my belt.
A piece of me that doesn't
know whether I should look
away or I should melt.
It's hurting my insides.
The nerves in my hands.
The shaking of my body.
It's hurting me this time.
Honestly, I just don't know
what to say.
Although, I've said plenty.
There's still more I should get
off my chest.
Plenty is not enough....
Plenty is not enough....
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