I really do know the reasons the sadness is there
But if I think of them I’ll fall in
Yes I do have to pretend ignorance of things
Not when it’s important, not when I need to see clearly
Just for those inbetween moments when I have to live with myself
We all have to do that, live with ourselves
For some people it’s easy, but I don’t think they understand anything
For others, usually the kind, loving, feeling, sort, it’s not so much
I had to put my sadness in a place
I know that it’s inside me, but I imagine it outside
Something I can choose to interact with
Rather than face it head on
I cannot face it head on
One of the sadnesses is that I cannot love myself
There is a child inside me that wants to know why
I have so many answers for an adult
But none for a child
I must not look at it
Must not see inside
Not into the depths of the sadness
I must not see inside
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