⪻Poem #51⪼
I've chosen a path
I have to stick to,
Engaged in emotional bloodbath,
What should I do?
I'm riding around a roller coaster
Up and down from these events,
When emotional war crawl closer
I numb my feelings as a defense.
Warning signs scattered all over
Sensory processing are closed,
I doubt in those times I'm ever sober
It's only on the outside I look composed.
