Better Left Unanswered

I ask too many questions.

That is a problem.

But I never raise my hand in class.

I don’t understand what’s going on at home.

My siblings days are a mystery to me.

But…

I ask too many questions.

Most of the time I

Never know what to say.

The words form in my head

And a question takes the opportunity to destroy

The conversation.

“Will what I say be wrong?”

“Will they hate me if it is wrong?”

They boil in my head

To the point

Of burning myself.

I don’t know how to get out.

I want to not want the answers.

I need

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