You Asked If I Was Okay

You asked if I was okay I held my tongue on fine. Why lie, Muttering There’s been better days. When people say, I’m here if you need to talk. Once it was, lets take a walk. Now I’m instantly suspect. If I tell you, You mite always see the pain in my eyes. Trust me You don’t want to carry this around inside. It will push you away!> Always> Without fail, always attempt, but to no avail. Emotional ills!~ Wait I forgot to take me pills. I sip from my paper cup. Then hold it up. And say the ocean will never fit! A clue to the tears I’ve cried. Most of my life. Though I drew a map on your hand, you seem to of lost your compass. Wondering aimlessly, against a head wind. Sailing through the dark emotional clutter of rotating image boxes, a float on a metaphorical ocean In my head. Playing film of all the secrets that plague my mind. I mite show you In time…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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