JayJay

Pretend I am alright,

act like I’m just fine.

Wonder if you see the battle march

in every step I stride.

Pretend I am alright,

I’m sorry I got that question wrong.

I’m sorry I can't move on.

I’m sorry I'm not smarter.

I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.

I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can

This morning I woke up

to find my phone hadn't charged last night,

so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine

and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.

Filled with raucous noise

from more than just one voice,

symphonies blaring in my head

and they never seem to end.

My state is in the negatives

from the emotion that peruses me.

I sit down with a bowl of soup,

take my spoon, and begin to scoop.

My mind spins as I go through the motion

for it knows no rest.

I hear no commotion

as I slurp and digest.

“Look at her,”

There was a lovestruck girl obsessively drawing hearts on her note card 

“look at past you.”

Sincere love flowed from her fingertips.

She believed she was loved.

“Do you think she's dumb?”