It hurts in there.

It hurts in there
I can’t think it fast
or enough of it
to get rid of the frustration
because all those other thoughts
are thrown so quickly
from places
that are here
and that are there
some of them make believe
only to live in here
and the pain it builds
filling of conversations
that have happened
and haven’t
and I’m forgetting
my own point of view
trying to stand still
in a room
filling of everybody
and all their words
and all their thoughts
and I can’t always be kind
because I’m not
and I can’t always
pretend because I’m not an actress
my brain is exhausted
I can’t think it all
and there are times
that their words shatter
every thought I had
and even then
even if they’re right
I piece together the shatter pieces
placing it upon the wall
because this mirror
is mine
and the thoughts in this head
they shall be mine
and everyone
should speak
and I’ll listen yes
all I ask
is that you accept yourself
because I accept you
and with that
don’t force you upon me
and I’ll give you the same
in return.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina