I do NOT have it all together. I don’t know why nobody gets that. I’ve been locked up the better part of a decade, how is that normal to you? So my moods and lows are somehow a surprise. What do you take me for or take this place called prison as?
I am helpless. Too dependent. Trapped.
Emotionally anxious. Guarded and weary. Depressed depressed depressed.
Suppressed, repressed, oppressed.
Overly pressed. Pressed for time. Pressed for change. Pressed for optimism. Pressed buttons.
My every moment is pressurized. I only hold it together for you. Just figured that you’d have figured that by now.