Those destructive thoughts never really leave you.
They crowd your mind
like thick fog after a heavy downpour
covering all your peaceful memories
infecting them with tiny droplets
that make your smile fade away
before you even feel the symptoms
And even though that condensation
is easily removable
it always comes back
sticking to you over and over again.
Because the fog isn’t going to clear out
and you can’t wipe away the wet.
Writer's Statement: These poems are written expressions of all the things I never talk about with anyone. Talking about them isn't necessary though, because the looks on their faces after they've read it assures me that I've left some type of impact on them. All I want is to spread that impact.