Weaponed Words

Your words speak to me softly

But my head suddenly screams.

You’ll never understand why I think you are mad at me.

Some say it is all in my head

Some call it anxiety

Some would say I am insecure

You think that is obscure.

They ask me why I can not just be happy

But I will never have that answer, you see.

Just hold me still

And let all these burdens heal.

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