When there are no words

I could say

that would be honest and make things better

or I could be honest and make things worse..

How much does one keep in?

It seems I just can't win.

I want to be all I can

but circumstances call for choices I don't want to be making.

And the past creeps in silently, filling me with dread-

is it all in my head?

Sometimes I think I care too much.

Then I'm convinced I'm heartless.

Decide for me? For you? For them?

LIFE IS NOT ABOUT BEING HAPPY.