Dread
Zoe Dybowski
You tell me to be fine
like it’s just a snap,
thinking no one had hurt
those feelings of mine.
You acted as if
I was completely was okay;
my perception untouched,
my sensitivity at bay.
Keeping it all in,
it’s hard, you see;
when no one understands
how it feels to be me.
When I feel this way
people may be quite glad;
‘cause the higher up you go,
you can’t tell the good people
from the bad.
Feeling this way
is something I dread.
‘Cause telling someone to not be emotional
is telling them to be dead.