what
what
is happening to
m e
i
am fa ll
i-n
g
a part
from my- self
i feel the tears come
they sting my e y e s
and f
a
ll
onto my cheeks
smear the residue of my mascara
and br-ea-k
my mind
not heart
i don't know what that is
not right
now
This poem is about:
Me