Gonna write something down that sounds like a lie
and make it feel
so truthful,

use deflection to get to another point,
my words a knife I’ll push
until I feel

that I’m numb
to the embarrassment
of vulnerability,

or maybe just of me,
and would you look at that?
Or could you, maybe, not?

Look at me, with one art or another,
inescapably
performing interminable feeling.

Mental Health Helplines: https://www.helpguide.org/find-help.htm

(First Featured in Nightshade Lit Mag)