You are hurting
and it shows.
It’s in your eyes
and in the sound of your voice.
Awake minds just need to
read between the lines of those
carefully chosen careless words;
the jig is up.
It’s in your justified actions.
You don’t smoke and drink
out of habit just because it’s what
the cool kids did, back in your day.
You are in your safe room,
still braving out your childhood trauma.
You just don’t know how
to cope no other way.
Your thoughts are all over the place.
Desperately trying to keep your head above water.