In A Rut

Your mind is ill-equipped To handle the weight put on it. There are puddles of neglect You step knee deep and still stumble. Others appear born able Whereas, you come off as unstable. Keep it buried, hold it in And hide how you feel, once again. These thoughts hide from plain sight Yet, crave to be shown the daylight. It is like you missed out On learning to sidestep a rut. Mom says forgive, and forget Clad as the Devil’s Advocate. You allow things to bother you Maybe, ignore how they hurt you. In no way does it matter That the buildup leaves you shattered. You are fine, rinse and repeat Ignore the skips in your heartbeat. Keep repeating this, believe Mention it, and everyone leaves. You, stuck in a size eight shoe Can’t ever figure out what to do.