All in My Head
By Allie Marie
The words that I once held so dear
escape my better judgement.
My writer’s block is at its finest
when I need my words the most.
Truthfully, I don’t know
if this is smart or stupid.
What they said about me,
I don’t know what it is or if it is true.
What and if.
The question marks we cannot escape.
What was she thinking giving you my name?
How do I know if this isn’t just a game?
Maybe this is all in my head.
I should have left things unsaid.