As everyone spreads there positivity to demolish your negativity but that bridge can never be burned or at least that’s what I learned .

I’m trying but I still feel like dying it like I’m stuck in a commotion a restless motion of uneasy pain that leaves you believing your insane .

My thoughts were carelessly dancing in my head to form a distraction to prevent a reaction of a tear to conceal every hint of fear so no one came near .

But no one hears the endless excuses as I try to convince myself I’m getting better yet the stain on my sweater tells a different story but maybe that one too gory .

Is it a crime to convince myself I’m fine ?

Am I victim of my mind trying to prevail but I’m too broke to pay the bail to be realised from the jail of negativity .