they ask me if i'm doing okay.
i say I'm fine.
but oh how many lies that word holds.
truth is: i'm not sure if i'm okay.
one minute i am,
the next i'm on the floor
weeping over grief
that i didn't even know i had.
that's the thing:
sometimes you aren't even aware
of what all kinds of feelings and emotions
have made a home out of you
until there they are beating at the door
determined to get out.
then and only then
do you truly see their effect.
then you begin to wonder
where they came from...
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
