There is a Hurricane in There 27 Sunday Mar 2016 Posted by woundedmemories in Poetry ≈ 2 Comments TagsAnger, Poetry Every time someone asks How I am feeling I want to rip open my chest And scream “don’t you see this hurricane inside of me? It kills me a little more every fucking day!” But I don’t I just nod And say I’m OK Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Jarrod C said:
Be careful. I found out the hard way there is danger in pushing down your feelings.
I know this feeling very well…hugs.
and expectations are that people you’re closest to should know that you’re not ok.
We all pretend.