The phone is ringing
but I don’t answer it.
I’m not I the mood
for conversation, so I just sit.
I have been feeling down
for the last few days
and the last thing I need
is to explain my ways.
People are starting
to worry about me
and can’t understand
what the reason could be.
I know I will never
be my old self again,
but I have to find
a version I can maintain.
To put on a face
I can show to them all
and then back
to my own world I can crawl.

Going through a hard time and not wanting to explain yourself to anyone, I can relate to that. Beautiful poem 👍
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