Who

Who would go there is What I don’t get especially knowing Where it is. When I think of that place, I wonder Why it even exists and How strange it must be. I’m smart because I ask no questions.

When you asked

When you asked me how I felt I decided you would never know The truth Because I felt so low When you asked me what I knew I decided to say Only a bit Because it was not my day When you asked me what I saw I decided to shrug And look away Because …