To observe, is to analyze
Dissect the parts the person is blind to acknowledge themselves
Sadness has become fogs
Walking with a scent that reeks, that hiding it would be stupidity
Venting isn't a bad thing
But it looks as though everyone is afraid of becoming a burden
Distant from everybody
Not wanting to get close, as their troubles will hurt the ones they love deeply
What have we came to?
Paralyzed in a generation that has normalized suffocating in silence

© Your Rejected Rose