It’s like you’re stuck.
You can’t see what’s behind you,
beside you,
in front of you.
Why me?
What did I do?
Do I have to apologize again?
It’s like you’re screaming.
No one wants to answer.
What happens if they do ask?
Can I handle that?
What will I say?
Do?
Please don’t ask me…
I don’t know what to say.
I think I’ll be okay.
I make no promises.