No, I'm Not Going To Talk To You

No, I can't deal with all this right now.

And I definitely don't want to deal with YOU.

Is it a sin for me to want to worry about myself?

Or for me to be concerned about my health?

Somehow, I doubt it is.

So why can't I around you?

I'll tell you why,

Because all I'd get is "You'll be fine. You got over it last time."

I wish you'd realise.

I WOULDN'T CARE.

I don't care if I've done it before,

Those months were the most upsetting, painful months of my life.

Forgive me for being scared of getting into that state again.

I might not have a diagnosed, life-threatening condition,

But it doesn't mean it's any less scary to me.

More so, I think,

Because at least we know what to do for you.

No-one knows how to deal with me,

Including me.

So I'm not going to talk to you.

You drive me up the wall as it is.

I'm not in the mood for another lecture off you,

Off anybody.

I know I'm overreacting,

I know I do it alot,

But to be honest,

I've got a damn good reason this time.

So, unless you're going to support in a way that suits me,

GET OUT OF MY LIFE.

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[C. C. Burl]

This is right and true. I'm going through a really emotionally tough time right now, and sometimes I feel that way toward the people who just don't understand. It's a wonderful poem; you are an Amazing writer. Flora.