Every once in awhile-
I have so many thoughts
that run through my head
some slow enough to catch
others-
not so much

Why is everyone always busy?
and why does no one seem to have
any down time?
could things be improved if you
just slowed down?
Maybe

Would anyone care?
Probably not
Everyone else walks around
like they got no problems
I’m the one in the back of the
room
melting into the shadows

Hey you, I have a problem
and maybe you could help
maybe not-
could I at least just ask you
wait—

Of course not
Too busy to even pay me any mind
Such is life

People never ask
and they don’t stick around
for details
and if they did ask-
it’s going to take a lot longer than
anyone wants to spare
to listen

If I break down tonight-
I hope you know that at least I tried
to not show my mess to you and I
tried to shield you from the fall out

Can I talk to you?
Not right now, I, have to
go take care of something
oh ok, got it.
you’re busy
Why bother to try and confide in you

I can’t help who and what I am
it’s the way I was made
you don’t see me, you choose not to
and I guess that’s ok.

Maybe someday you’ll want to talk
to me-
maybe that someday-
I won’t be here.