So many unanswered questions.
Hovering.
Hanging in the air.
Whirlpools.
Swirling faster
and faster
and faster
until I can’t breathe.
I’m suffocating in this
perfectly flawed
world.
I don’t know the answer
so don’t ask me.
I’m just trying to figure it out.
You don’t understand.
Good.
Because you won’t understand.
No one really knows what goes on in my head,
your head,
our heads.
What happens if I need to tell you,
if I need to know,
but the words are stuck like peanut butter
in my throat.
What happens then?
I’ll be waiting.
What happens if I don’t know who I am,
if I can barely recognize the person in the mirror.
Then what?
Poetry