Bipolarly 2013-12-10 01:02:00

“What’s wrong?”  No one asks this, but they imply it.  And I feel compelled to answer by not answering.  It’s the only way I can truly fit in all the words, to not say them at all.  I stare off until the colors of what I’m looking at grow tired and as heavy as my fake smile.  

What’s wrong?  I don’t know.  Everything.  Nothing.  Everything.  

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