clumsy.

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"

i wish i knew the answer

to why i was hiding in my room not wanting 

to see or talk to anyone for a while ...

couldn't even properly lie when they asked "why?".

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"

i wish i knew the answer 

to why i kept on going back and forth

because i was always forgetting

what i was looking for ... two minutes earlier.

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"

i wish i knew the answer

to why my hands trembled so badly

dropping the plates, twice ...

the kitchen got so messy.

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"
i wish i knew the answer

to why i cursed every single time

i messed things up ...

and made everyone uncomfortable.

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"

i wish i knew the answer

to every fake laughter and

every single play pretend

i was trying to pull ... hard.

today they kept on asking me

"what's wrong, my dear?"

"what's wrong, my dear?"

"what's wrong, my dear?"

"what's wrong, my dear?"

"what's wrong, my dear?".