in the cold;
I’m sitting
in the warm.
You’re pretending
nothing’s wrong;
I’m overanalyzing
the problem.
You don’t want
to talk;
I can’t stop
writing.
You can’t
find the words;
I’m screaming
inside.
You need to
be alone;
I can’t stand
the separation.
You think this will
all be fine tomorrow;
I think this is the
beginning of the end.
You won’t
go to bed angry;
I hate
going to bed sad.
You think your problems are
too much for me;
I think I’m too much for you
without even taking my problems into account.
Your emotions are
inside;
My emotions are
my exterior.
You’re in the other room and won’t come in
for fear of interrupting;
I’m in here
needing you to barge in.
You’re playing a
sad song;
I’m thinking of
my funeral.
Age 20