Is it all fiction?

This is where I pretend to be fine, but I'm lying.

I simply don't want them to worry.

This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide, or at least I am trying.

'Because I don’t want to be hurt, I am sorry.

Sometimes I don't know how to feel,

Uncertainty has me on the edge of my seat.

All I really want is to heal,

Why does it all have to repeat?

I'm not sure what comes next,

As a result, my anxiety has reached new heights.

Does it all have to be that complex,

I am tired of having sleepless nights.