i know i did some things,
but that's the old me
locked up in a chamber of discomfort,
locked into the mess once created by humor,
the overreaction to many rumors
killed a soul of smiles,
locking the indispensable sunshine in a box,
suffocating the smiles,
chocking the spirit.
each small part
smothered,
shoved away,
trying to materialize,
coming out as tears.
tears of sadness,
tears of fear,
tears of hurt,
tears of mistakes,
mistakes made,
mistakes made and remade,
with pen, not pencil,
written in forever without an eraser.
