Time is stretching me to it's limit,
Because the aches seem to grow
And the stillness is stiffening my bones.

I keep my hands steady and I do my best to sit upright. It's easy to smile when you want them to see you happy, but it's not easy to cry
Especially when it shows them you're fragile.

It's simpler to not talk about it,
Because when I do I wish I'd had never said anything.
I don't know why.
I never can explain anything clearly enough.
I get hindered when I leave out the most significant details.
But those details
They come and they go.
Unpredictable.
I talk myself out of speaking about them.
Because maybe then they'll go away.

The worst is the intensity.
It looks like I'm putting on a show. ...