I never know what's happening until it's
happening but by then I
don't want to know and I
don't want to talk about it and I
don't even know what to think about it but I'm
bad at ignoring the elephants
in the rooms
and the unspoken things
they tend to suffocate me
until I scream about all of it
because I'm intense
and I'm bad at ignoring the unspoken things
and no one seems to hear the screams.
I just run. I'll just run.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.