Brain is tight. Leg is dumb. Want to play, Want to run. Have to find a different way. Pushing through, As I hold it in. Deepening the burden, That’s burying me. A secret kept. My life cut short, But I’m still living.
Feelings on high alert, Must be that time of month. Maybe, M.S., the weather. It couldn't be, That's just the way I feel. Always a reason. Never just is.