Thoughts plague my mind like a cruel suspicion,
You say one thing but I question,
Are these signs of deception or misguided interpretation of emotion?
I wonder, I ponder, I question,
Is there validity to my suspicion?
Sometimes it’s hard not to question and possibly even think the worse, it’s a cruel little cycle we can find ourselves in, are we misreading signs, is it in our head? Or are we more clued into our instincts then we realise?
It’s 5:30 am and there is a sense of downheartedness and confusion that plagues me.