Rolled up your welcome mat then packed up your case to disagree. Pulled down the shutters gently. Locked down and stowed away the key. You have played second fiddle with great skill and played pig in the middle till you're ill. Draw closed the curtains early. Turn out the big light. Head for bed. Shut down your phone and sink as the covers wash over your head. "This too will pass" is one of many doubts. Always there or if not they're thereabouts. "It's ok not to be ok." Is that true or just buzzwords people say? Somehow they seem to make it worse. Time alone is both blessing and a curse. That's obvious. It's ok not to be ok but you dig deeper down day after day. Can't hush that small voice in your head. Can't hide from all the cruel things that it said. "It's ok not to be ok." Is that true or just buzzwords people say? Somehow they seem to make it worse. Time alone is both blessing and a curse. That's obvious.
