Look at you, shuffling around campus. You are lost.Where are you?
Where are you?
In your head, swirling amongst their voices.
Shaking. It's cold; you're freezing. Why don't you wear your coat?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
Look at you, fidgeting in your chair. You don't hold still.
You squeeze your eyes shut. Escape.
Go away.
Go away.
Staring. There's food; you're starving. Why don't you eat?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
I ask myself those very questions several times a day.
ReplyDeleteThe answer is... because I can't live any other way.
Hope you're ok, sounds like you've been though some rough stuff.
Take care!