worried poem i have a worried look on my face. i can feel my facial muscles tensed. i’m told that i’m always scowling. i’m unaware of it until it’s mentioned, until i feel the ache. sometimes it spreads all through my body after some bad medicine. that’s when i realize the biological once again has the upper hand. i’m wound tightly at the moment, but before long i’ll relax, before long i’ll start to fall apart. i guess everyone has their own answers. everyone has their own little tricks. i don’t want anyone to ask me what’s on my mind. i don’t feel up to any explanations. i don’t want to turn my back on another cutting remark. but i also don’t want to snap at anyone’s good intentions. i don’t want to drag out any overused literary device. i don’t have the patience to search through a book of quotes for words everyone can understand.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 14:08:24 +0000
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