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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